“So I’m right, huh? He’s hungry,” she confirms, trying not to sound too smug.
The boy’s long fingers brush Caesar’s flank as the trio reaches the nearest stone archway. “Horses are always hungry! Todo el tiempo.” (All the time.) The stranger’s laugh catches in his throat. He looks at her as though she just asked the dumbest question in the world.
She tries not to notice. “How come you know so much about horses? What’s your name, anyway?” They step into the shadow of the arched entrance. Once inside, Maxzyne is surprised to see a towering stack of hay bales in one corner of the slightly warmer interior. “Is this a barn? In the middle of the city?”
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