Max’s POVThe weight of Lana in my arms felt heavier than it should have. Not physically because she was light and in fact nearly boneless in my grip but emotionally. Her body radiated heat through my shirt, branding me, like something inside her was trying to claw its way out.I moved fast, not running, but just shy of it. Sophie trailed after me, murmuring questions I didn’t have the energy or answers for.“Is she okay? What’s wrong with her? What’s happening?”“Quiet,” I said in a low and controlled tone.She immediately shut up. Smart girl.By the time we reached my car, Lana’s breathing had turned shallow, like she was drowning in the air itself. Her skin glistened, slick with sweat, her neck exposed as her head rolled against my shoulder.She murmured something.I paused, holding her tighter.“Again,” I said softly.“…hurts,” she breathed. “Hot. Everything… hurts.”I said nothing. Just adjusted her, buckled her in, and slammed the door.My apartment wasn’t that far away thankful
Lana’s POVThe music became way too loud at some point. The bass thudding in my chest like it had found a second heart to sync with, each beat heavier than the last. Light strobed in fractured flashes, silver and violet, washing over skin and sequins and bare teeth smiling too hard. The scent of perfume, alcohol, heat, and something sugary hung like a mist. Sophie leaned into me, laughing, lips glossed and eyes glittering, holding out a drink that glowed pink under the shifting lights.I didn’t even hear what she said. I just smiled half-lazy, trying to match her energy.Then it hit me clean and absolute, low in my stomach. A violent, searing twist that made the floor tilt beneath my heels. My breath vanished and my grip slackened on the glass.I felt a sudden sharp pain. It was both hot and cold at the same time.My body stiffened instinctively. I felt my smile falter, slide right off my face. My knees almost gave out. I staggered back a step, hand flying searching for support. My s
Lana’s POVSophie handed me the suspiciously pink drink with a proud flourish, already sipping from her own like it was liquid gold.“That man was practically undressing you with his eyes,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Like seriously, who the hell was he?”I turned the black card over in my hand again. “Leonard,” I muttered.Sophie let out a long, dramatic whistle. “Leonard. That even sounds mysterious. Please tell me he’s not another accountant or someone boring like that. That man has villain origin story energy.”I rolled my eyes, tucking the card into my clutch. “I don’t know what he is. He wouldn’t say much. Just flirted and gave me this.”“An address,” she said, peeking into my bag. “That’s either really romantic or really cult-y.”“Probably both,” I said under my breath.We were sitting on a low bench near the food stalls, fairy lights casting a gentle shade across Sophie’s face. A cover band was playing a mellow version of some classic pop song in the background, people c
Lana’s POV I saw a tall, dark haired man with high cheekbones. His eyes… God, his eyes… were so focused on me.He didn’t look away even after I caught him staring at me. He just smiled in a weird way.I swallowed hard. I thought he’d just keep staring until he started walking toward us.“Sophie,” I murmured, elbowing her.“Hm?” She followed my gaze, then straightened a little. “Oh. Ohhh. Hello, Tall-Dark-and-Mysterious. Do you know him?”“No.” I said too quickly. “I don’t think so.”He reached us in seconds, and up close, he was even more intense.“Lana.” His voice wrapped around my name like it belonged to him.I frowned. “Do I know you?”His smile widened just slightly, eyes scanning my face with too much familiarity. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. Max said you didn’t like crowds.”The world tilted a little under my feet.“What?” I asked, voice sharper than I meant it to be. “How do you? how do you know Max?”He tilted his head. “Interesting that your first question isn’t how I kn
Lana’s POVThe car ride was quiet at first, just the delicate slow hum of the engine and Sophie’s playlist playing something mellow in the background. My fingers rested on my lap, clasped tightly together, but not because I was nervous. It was more like… I didn’t know how to feel at the moment. It had been so long since I did something that wasn’t about surviving. So damn long since I got dressed with the intention of being seen.I glanced at my reflection in the car window, the streetlights flickering across my features. The dress Sophie got me shimmered faintly even in the dark. My hair looked immaculate and she’d made me wear a soft pink gloss that tasted faintly of strawberries just before we left.“You feeling okay?” Sophie asked, glancing over at me from the driver’s seat, her tone light but filled with that knowing sound only she could pull off.I nodded slowly. “I think so.”She grinned. “You look drop dead gorgeous, Lana. They’re not ready, trust me.”I let out a soft laugh,
Lana’s POVI sank onto the cold floor of my living room, the sound of the slammed door still continuously ringing in my head. My lips were really bruised, my breath shaky, and my hands trembled as I picked up my phone. I stared at the screen, then finally pressed the call button.The silence in my house was unbearable. My whole body trembled, as if the weight of everything that had just happened was still pressing down on my chest, refusing to let me breathe.My lips were still swollen from his kiss. My neck burned where his fingers had wrapped.It was too much. All of it.Max’s anger. His jealousy. His obsession. The way he forced himself into my home like he had every right. Like he owned me.But worse, far worse, was how my body had responded. How part of me had leaned into that kiss. How some traitorous part of me had badly wanted him.Why? Why does he make me feel like this? I pressed my fists to my temples, then grabbed my phone and shakily dialed the only person I could.It ran