Lana sensed the misunderstanding almost instantly.
She gently withdrew her hands from Christina's hold, her movements slow and non-confrontational, as if afraid that even a sudden breath might escalate things.
"There's no need to get worked up," she murmured softly, her voice calm like still water.
"I'm not refusing anything. I have plenty of talismans. We don't need to fight over this. Whether now or later, I'm willing to sell them either way."
The words hung in the air for a heartbeat.
Christina and Tyler froze, their expressions stiffening before dawning realization washed over their faces.
The aggressive bids they had carried just moments ago melted into visible embarrassment.
Christina's lips curved into an awkward smile, while Tyler rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze darting away.
"Ah… that's… we misunderstood," Christina laughed dryly. "Sorry about that."
"Yeah, that was on us," Tyler added quickly, nodding in apology. "We didn't mean to..."
