“Is she getting enough exercise?” “Someone rides her a few days a week.” “Someone?” I asked, because Warrior didn’t like just anyone riding her. “It was me until I left,” he admitted. Warrior hated him, and he’d taken care of her anyway. I didn’t need another reason to love him, but the universe seemed intent on giving me one regardless. “Took us a while to reach an understanding. Bribing her with carrots did the trick, and she eventually stopped trying to throw me to my death. She never gave up the eye-of-scorn, though. It was like she knew you weren’t there because of me.”
