Chapter 4 Welcome Home

• || Arabella ||
• I watched the orange cat run up to its owner's feet with my jaw-dropped. Theo picked up the cat in his arms, still glaring at me.
• “You stepped on my cat?” he demanded.
• “On its tail,” I corrected awkwardly, getting down from the couch.
• Theo's glare intensified. The cat started meowing at him, and he petted its head. Why do I feel like they were badmouthing me in a non-human language?
• “Hey, in my defense, it's your cat's fault for crossing my path,” I spoke up.