“Give your head a shake. Before me,” she pokes her chest with her pointer finger, “he was an expensive lawn ornament. Not a Denman Derby contender. He is a living, sentient being—not a pawn. And you put him in the hands of an asshole who has your asset so scared he can’t stop trembling in his stall.” She tosses the whip down at his feet, causing Cole to rear back ever so slightly. Which is a bigger reaction than I’ve seen out of him in years.
