As the door clicked shut behind Rex, Tiara—her silky fur now fluffed and immaculate thanks to her built-in dryer—trotted gracefully into the living room, her tail swishing with curiosity. Her glowing amber eyes blinked up at Jenna before she suddenly turned toward the door.
Then, in the clearest voice she’d ever used, she asked:
"Mama, was that Papa?"
Jenna froze mid-sip of her iced latte. The glass clinked softly against the marble countertop as she set it down, stunned.
Kelvin, who had just dropped onto the couch with all the smugness of a man who won a battle he hadn’t even signed up for, turned sharply to face the tiger.
“…What did she just say?” he asked, blinking.
Tiara tilted her head, tail curling. “I saw him and my algorithm sparked—he fits the pattern of someone who could b
