He knew it was late in the evening, as the guards had changed outside his door and activity in the building had slowed down. He had time. No one would return to his quarters until the next morning. So, should he go to Emily’s father? Joel? Or to the one he was dreading most, Pegasus? Facing Diana had been tough, but in the end, she could be reasoned with. But Pegasus would be different. There was no escaping the fact that Paelen had stolen his bridle and had intended to enslave the stallion. He knew it, and Pegasus knew it. Would he be able to convince Pegasus that he had changed and that he wanted to help? He had to face the stallion some time. It might as well be now. ‘Take me to Pegasus,’ Paelen ordered. Immediately the sandals’ wings started to flap. Despite Paelen’s attempts to prepare himself to be dragged painfully through the ductwork maze within the building, it was still a rough and bruising experience.
