“The Museum Heist (Kinda)”
Technically, Jax wasn’t trying to set off the museum alarm.
But, in his defense, the ancient spear really did look like it needed to be poked.
“I thought it was a replica!” he whispered, backing away from the now-screaming glass case. “Replicas don’t trigger laser grids, okay?”
Their teacher, somewhere across the museum, was already shouting his full name like a spell of doom.
Beside him, his best friend facepalmed. “Jax, why did you even touch it?
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