On the drive back, Cecilia stopped to pick up Jon and Elliot.

Inside the elementary school, warm afternoon light spilled across the hallways. Classes had just ended, and kids were stuffing books into their backpacks, eager to head home.

Felix, new to the school, had expected the same royal treatment he’d enjoyed in kindergarten. Instead, everyone crowded around Jon and Elliot.

Uneasy, he zipped up his bag, spotted Dante waiting nearby, and strode over—then slammed his shoulder into him.

“A good dog should stay out of my way.”

Dante frowned. “Who are you calling a dog?”

Felix lifted his chin. “Whoever answers.” The smug look on his face was a clear challenge.