“Here. Get on my back. Humans are notoriously slow, and I can have you to the castle in less time than it takes my stomach to sour.” Regan took a step backward. “If I get on your back, you’ll rip me to pieces.” “Have you saved the world yet?” “Well, no.” “Then no, I won’t. I told you, I’m not stupid. My hunger to survive is greater than my hunger for human flesh. Especially not human flesh that’s been kept by centaurs for years on end. You’ll taste of austerity and bad cooking. No, thank you. Get on my back and I’ll carry you where you need to go.” Still Regan hesitated. The kelpie stomped one
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