Honour shut her eyes, and a couple of lonely tears dribbled out. It wasn’t just him she’d gone and hurt, either. So much for Sparkshower’s ambitions to pursue a new relationship. And so much for that advice to take things slow. The pegasus had cooled things down after the hot ending to her Lipizzaner Waltz with the Royal Engineer, and largely avoided smothering him with attention or affection at the dining table. Presumably, she’d gone and had a proper and congenial evening with that high-society colt she’d just met. And what had Honour, the gutter-trash underachiever from Fillydelphia, gone and done? Only smashed her plot up against his gear in the crudest way possible without somehow being obscene.