Chapter 20. Need a Luna

Rhys POV

The days were drawing nearer to the deadline I had given to the Clawride Pack, but my mind was elsewhere. Since the events at the library, I had not come across PP69 again. On more than one occasion, I was tempted to scatter some books in there so that someone would have to arrange them—hopefully her. However, I did not because, firstly, it would be childish and, secondly, someone else might be assigned, making it all for nothing.

I sulked for weeks, hiding my discovery from Mars and Matilda. My old caregiver was worried about me, but chose not to bother me with questions. I would crack when I was ready, but I preferred to have at least one secret from her. She knew me too well, and it was weird sometimes.

When it was a week until my deadline, I contacted the guards I had left behind in the Clawride Pack for updates on their search.