he house, dressed in designer jeans and a silk blouse, completely unsuitabl

d, a smirk playing on her lips.

. "The manager, Barney, will be waiting for you. Do as he says.

he car without

hands clenched into fists. I kne

d by distance. She had to do it within a few hours of leaving, before the car got too far away. And once

I touched the cool marble countertops, the soft leather sofas. Stella, in my body, would soon be enjoying

afternoon,

of dizziness washed over me. The world spun, a nauseating, disorienting l

d, I was no longer in

dust filled my lungs. My body felt different. Taller, more slender. I looked

ldings in the middle of a vast, empty desert. A pe

g face and a stained t-shirt. Barney. I remembered him. I remember

rt, just as she had last time. She had been arrogant and insulting

face a thundercloud. "So, th

, his hand flew out and s

ac

y head to the side. My ch

, rich girl," he snarled. "Here

him he couldn' t touch me, that my father w

d at him, my cheek thro

quiet and submissive. It was Stella

d a fight. He stared at me for a long

first job is mucking out the stallion

isolated stable at the

he said, then turned and walked aw

resolve in my heart. He thought he was punishing Stella. He had no idea

. I knew exactly how to handle that stalli