“You have to do it,” Keeley told Caid once more. “I won’t. I refuse.” The stubborn centaur had his arms crossed over that massive chest of his and his head turned away from her, but he was in his human form, so she wasn’t worried about getting kicked in the head. “But . . . you can’t refuse,” she said, confused. “I won’t do it.” Keeley looked back and forth between the centaur and the horse he refused to ride. “You do understand,” she clarified, “that we don’t have time to walk to our destination, don’t you?”
