She tugged on my sleeve in the dark. “Come on!”
“Why?” I groaned, shuffling in protest.
“You’ll see.”
The scent of horses and hay was thick with regret and unwanted memories, and every stall another set of judgmental eyes.
“Here.” My cousin came to a stop and lifted her lantern. “Dandelion Velvetine’s first foal.”
I’d seen baby horses before. “So?”
“He’s also Gunmetal Guillotine’s last.”
Swallowing, I took another look. The mottled grey coat was just like his. “Name?”
“Gunmetal Midnight Resolution.”
I grimaced. “Seriously?”
“Look, he’s yours if you start racing again. Are you up to the challenge?”