Lucian's eyes suddenly twinkled with a playful glint, too soft to be mocking, too sharp to be ignored.
For a brief moment, Lana's breath hitched. A chill crawled down her spine.
'Oh no… he's going to say something dangerous… I can feel it.'
Her intuition proved painfully accurate.
The next second, Lucian leaned slightly forward, his voice smooth and gentle.
"You look adorable in that bear outfit… especially without your lenses."
Lana froze. '…What?'
Her hand shot to her eyes. No contacts. Nothing but her raw, unmistakable blue irises stared back at him.
Her heart sank. Then, another horrifying realization slammed into her mind. Her silver hair.
She grabbed a lock of it quickly, fingers trembling. The faint metallic shimmer was visible even in her peripheral vision.
'He… he must have seen it. Oh no. Oh no, no, no.'
Her thoughts spiraled so fast she felt dizzy.
