"Did you know? He really likes Phoebe," she murmured softly.
Titan, lying silently like a loyal listener, rested his head on his paws.
"I'm so jealous of Phoebe," she whispered to herself. "If only he could like me, even just a little."
But deep down, she knew Gavin would never look at her the way he did Phoebe. She tried to console herself: As long as he doesn't hate me, that's enough.
Is he back now?
What does he do out there every day?
She had only overheard bits and pieces from the butler—her brother seemed to be involved in something akin to the mafia. But what exactly was the mafia? She wasn't entirely sure.
Brushing off the grass from her clothes, she stood up. "I should head back now, Titan. I'll come visit you again when I can!"
She coaxed Titan back into his cage. He whim
