Alina's heart melted right there. She cupped his tiny cheek, feeling the warmth of his soft skin under her palm. "I loved it, Lucian. You're very strong… and very gentle, too. That makes you special."
Lucian's eyes flickered with unknown emotions. He gave the smallest nod, then turned with that perfect demon prince grace, walking back to his seat like a miniature king who'd just blessed the room with his presence.
Alina watched him sit down, her eyes shining.
She stood tall, clapping her hands softly. "That was wonderful, my darlings. All of you are precious and amazing in your own ways. Now, who wants a snack?"
Everyone's faces lit up when they heard it, and they all started cheering.
Alina smiled and carefully took out the little box from her bag, the same cookies she'd baked that morning instead of getting some much-needed sleep.
"Alright, my sweethearts," she said, her voice warm and honey-sweet as she held out the box. "Two each, okay? Be gentle."
