Ara’s POV
I feel guilty.
When Jack let go of me, I just bolted, leaving him behind. Strangely, he doesn’t seem to mind.
It’s like being abandoned is something he’s all too familiar with.
Maybe it's the moon goddess's way of teaching me a lesson that I twist my ankle while climbing in through the window. Jack’s choice to stay afterward touches me deeply, filling me with even more guilt.
He doesn’t leave me when I need him.
But... why does he call me a mutt? I really don’t like being called a mutt. My brain is practically my only claim to fame.
Why is he both so adorable and so infuriating?
My thoughts are a tangled mess, my heart racing as the footsteps outside grow louder. Finally, the door to Miss Alder's room squeaks open, and Mr. Anderson steps in.
Jack and I both look up with
