"Wait…"
Missy suddenly spoke up.
"Were the two of you just talking about me?"
"Why do you keep calling me yours… since when? Why?"
Lucifer and Raven froze.
Both of them stared at Missy rather awkwardly.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Lucifer slowly leaned back against his chair, while Raven quietly set down the teacup in his hand as if pretending nothing unusual was happening.
Clearly, the look on Missy's face was dark.
Not good.
Very much not good.
Not good at all.
"Do you think I'm some kind of object?" Missy asked, crossing her arms. "I'm still human. I have my own will."
She pointed directly at Lucifer.
"You."
Lucifer instinctively straightened his posture.
His brows lifted slightly, as though he had just been unexpectedly called on in class.
"What exactly do you think I am? Why do you keep calling me yours?"
Lucifer cleared his throat lightly.
"From the beginning, you were technically mine."
