Mr. Crow nearly choked on air. What kind of twisted imagination is this human running on?!
He flapped his wings furiously, trying to signal her to stop spouting nonsense, but Lucy took his agitation as confirmation of her own wild thoughts.
"I knew it! I knew there was something odd about you!" she cried, her eyes widening in panic. "Miss Lana treated you like family, and now, you've turned on her!"
Mr. Crow's feathers stood on end. "CAW!" he screeched in disbelief.
To Lucy, that "caw" only sounded like a villainous confession.
"Oh, heaven above!" she shrieked, staggering back a step and nearly dropping the dinner tray. "Where is she? Did you lock her up? Is she..."
"CAW! CAW!" Mr. Crow hopped forward, wings spread wide, as if to block her from moving any further into the room.
To him, it was an attempt to protect Lana's secret.
To Lucy, it looked like the final warning of a murderer caught red-handed.
Her trembling hand reached toward her pocket. "I...I'll call the guards!"
