By now, she no longer wore her black contact lenses.
She knew one thing very clearly: Lucian already knew her real eye color.
Hiding it from him served no purpose anymore.
Her clear blue eyes, unguarded and honest, were something Lucian had grown familiar with, almost instinctively so. He had seen the same flash of light in them whenever she took her silver kitten form.
For a fleeting moment, an urge surged through him to reach out and rub her head, to reassure her with that simple, intimate gesture.
He held back.
"How are you feeling now?" His voice was soft, careful.
Lana blinked, then smiled faintly.
"I'm fine," she replied, her voice still a little weak. "What time is it… and how long have you been here?"
Lucian met her gaze calmly.
"I just arrived," he lied smoothly. "You were unconscious for a whole day."
Lana's eyes widened slightly. "A whole day…?"
Her thoughts immediately flew to her university, panic flickering across her face.
