LOGINDamon’s POV
Lana's POV I stepped back, crossing my arms as I watched Norman study me for a long moment, those calculating eyes roaming over my face like he was reading a book. Then he smiled, that same unsettling smile from earlier, and gestured casually toward the warehouse door.
Lana's POV I looked at him. The Norman standing before me wasn't the same one who'd lounged on Damon's couch complaining about game lag. That Norman had been annoying but harmless. This one...
Lana's POV I was at the brink. The words piled up behind my teeth—my father, the Grail, the hostages, everything. One more second in his arms and they'd spill out. One more heartbeat of that warmth and I'd lose myself completely.I pushed him away.
Lana’s POVDamon held me fiercely. His arms were iron bands around my back, his chest a wall of heat against my frozen body. He didn't loosen his grip for even a second, as if he believed I'd vanish the moment he let go.I pressed against him. Listened to his heart—rapid, strong, pounding against his ribs like it
Lana’s POVMy blood turned to ice.For one horrible, wonderful, impossible moment, I thought I was hallucinating. That the grief had finally broken me, and my mind was conjuring him to ease the pain.
Lana’s POVI paused.Something made me stop. Some force I couldn't name pulled at my chest, dragged my feet to a halt, forced me to turn.
Damon’s POV Adelle’s painted smile cracked the instant my words hit her. I saw it—the flicker in her eyes, the twitch in her jaw. Her confidence shriveled like parchment under fire. She stood frozen for a heartbeat too long, then with an indignant huff, spun on her heels and marched back to her se
Lana’s POV The following evening arrived bathed in amber light, the kind that kissed the skyline and bled into gold before giving way to night. It was the post-auction dinner, an elegant affair hosted by the Star-Moon Pack’s elite to celebrate what they called “the night of rare treasures.” For me
Lana’s POV The soft hum of the ballroom faded behind me as I stepped out into the hotel lobby. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor, the lingering notes of jazz and laughter fading into the distance. The air outside the private hall was cooler, calmer, a sharp contrast to the simmering
Lana’s POV The way he tilted his head, slow and deliberate, sent a shiver darting down my spine. Damon wasn’t in a rush, and that was exactly what made it unbearable. His gaze lingered on my lips as though he was savoring the moment before tasting them. Then, with a patience that was almost cruel,







