Lycaon remained silent and stared at her as he paused on his sleeve.

“If you don’t carry me, I won’t let you get close to me,” Luna added, using her little voice and puppy eyes on Lycaon.

“Excuse me.” Lycaon frowned.

“Carry me.” Luna wriggled her hands and legs in the air again for Lycaon to carry her.

“Luna, keep it down.” Elena whispered and signaled for her to keep her mouth shut.

“Come on.”

“And why should I carry you? You are not a cripple, are you?”

“Do not talk to her like that,” Rayson cut in. “Don’t be rude to a child. Have some manners.”

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