“That’s enough tricks from you for one night, Miss M. I think Officer Logan has something he’d like to say to you.” Her father motions to the policeman. The officer clears his throat, looking stern. “Young lady, you caused a lot of chaos out there tonight. It ended well, but someone could just as easily have been hurt. I had to use a dozen of my men to chase you and that unstable horse down. And we all know they should have been monitoring and managing the parade crowd instead.” He pauses, letting his lecture sink in.
Maxzyne clasps both hands behind her back and looks at her shoes. She nods, her braids falling over her face. She can feel her cheeks burn as she tries to keep from saying anything that might get her in more trouble.
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