Chapter Eight-3

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Gavin considered for a moment. “I am impressed. She may continue her training.” Logan expelled a small sigh of relief, while Coretta struggled to not renew her crying. At a stern look from Logan she screwed it down tight and he led her back to her original spot in our line up. That was it? That was all she had to do? A few prances, a couple of blind runs and she gets a call back from this weird audition? Where was the difficulty, the fairness, in all that? I snorted under my hood, bucked against the poles that held me in place. Marisa’s test had better be tougher, because I already had that certain feeling that mine was going to be light years ahead of theirs combined. Gisele pushed Marisa forward and, through deft control of the Y-pole, made her do a curtsey while she also made quick o

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