Lightning Dust didn’t give him so much as a backward glance. She snapped the door shut with a slam, stomping off down the hall for the stairs. The mayor probably wasn’t lying or exaggerating. He might have power to make her life difficult. But she didn’t care. If she could survive her foalhood, survive climbing to the top of the ranks only to be dismissed from the Wonderbolts in disgrace despite being their best new recruit, she could survive his petty vengeance. Let the stallion rot for all she cared.