Otto found himself going down the hallway and past arched corridors.
He didn't care about the stares; all he wanted to do was get to Jasmine.
He couldn't believe it!
Jasmine accused of stealing?!
It made no absolute sense.
She was the sweetest girl he had ever met, and coming from him, that was telling.
Otto rarely liked people.
He would snort, grumble, and ignore anyone.
Even when he was out studying astronomy, he hadn't really cared about his colleagues.
Well, all except for one.
For one who somehow insisted on being his friend.
The fact was the same way Jasmine was.
Kind, gentle, and loving.
It was hard even to think she had stolen something.
He could sell the foul play from afar.
How did Rose even let this happen?
Especially from this supposed daughter of Scarlett.
It was too much for him.
His face squeezed as he headed down the cells.
He hadn't been here in five years, but he knew any pack would have its cells underground.
