'Lana?' Mr. Crow called her out using their connection, and Lana replied in a dazed voice, 'What?'
'Did you hear? He said he loves you!' Mr. Crow was almost screaming by now. A hint of wariness appeared in his eyes while he gazed at Lucian.
This man definitely wants to steal his master away! What a cunning man! Absolutely can't let him take advantage of Lana!
'What nonsense!' Lana frowned. 'Are you imagining it, Mr. Crow?'
Mr. Crow flapped his wings mentally in disbelief.
'No! I am not imagining anything! That phrase is a romantic confession in literature! He said it with full intention, too! Look! Look at his eyes! He's smitten!'
Lana blinked, then looked up at Lucian's expression.
Lucian's gaze was steady, calm, and unreadable.
Nothing about it looked romantic.
Just quiet… and gentle.
Her heart, however, still skipped once.
Just once.
'…You're overthinking again,' Lana murmured silently, rubbing her thumb over the feathers on Mr. Crow's head, as if soothing him.
