"What is your name?" Isabella finally cared enough to ask the man who had been helping her craft things.
And the only reason she was asking? He was too fast. Too helpful. So much so that she had actually leveled up to Level 1 Crafting.
That alone was insane.
But even crazier? He had just made her a knife out of bone. And not just any knife—a good one. The kind that looked sharp enough to gut a boar and yet smooth enough to slice fruit.
Honestly? She was keeping this one.
She didn't care what Kian thought. Surely, he could spare one guy.
The man perked up, clearly pleased by the attention. His tail flicked behind him, eyes twinkling as if his moment had finally come.
"Luca," he answered, flashing what was probably supposed to be a charming smile.
Isabella squinted at him.
Oh.
He thought this was flirting, didn't he?
How adorable.
Well, time to mess with him a little.
"Well, I want you, and I'm keeping you."
