Lana could only sit down once; the moment she settled into the chair, Lucian remained silent, almost too silent.
His lack of mention about the silver cat loosened the tension in her shoulders. Perhaps he wasn't going to corner her today. Perhaps she could breathe.
She finished her breakfast slowly, savoring the warmth of the porridge spreading through her stomach, calming her nerves. Only after she swallowed her last sip of milk did Lucian finally speak.
His voice was smooth, unhurried, but carried a weight that made the air feel heavier.
"There are certain people who are trying to stir up trouble in this world."
Lana froze, the spoon still in her hand. 'Trouble? Who? What now?'
She looked at him with raised brows. "What do you mean?"
Lucian leaned back slightly, his gaze steady. "Your previous family is trying to locate your biological family here."
The words hit her like a splash of cold water.
