LOGINLana’s POV
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Lana's POV I continued to pretend to submit. That's what survival looks like when you're trapped. Smile when Norman wants smiles. Nod when he wants agreement. But gather discreetly every scrap of evidence I could find – messages, meeting notes, names of his conspirators. I hid them in places no one would think to look, building a case brick by brick, piece by piece, waiting for the moment I could use it.
Lana's POV Damon's eyes had been so empty, so dead, but I was deeply hoping he'd walk right over it. And I was scared to the bones that maybe one of Norman's men would spot it. Maybe this tiny, desperate act of protection would fail like everything else.
Lana's POV The days blurred together. I fed Norman scraps, useless information, outdated details, things he could have found in any public record. He thought I was cooperating. He thought I was his.And the
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.
Chapter 89
Chapter 91Norman’s POVThe heavy front door clicked shut behind Damon, and the silence he left in the living room was somehow louder than Grandfather’s roaring. I kept my eyes glued to my screen, my thumbs mashing buttons. Pew-pew-pew! Another alien bit the dust. Kate was sitting there, stiff as a
Lana's POV I refused to let him see how much his words had hit the mark. I schooled my features into a mask of cool indifference. “I’m not jealous,” I lied, turning away from him. “It’s just stuffy in here. I’m leaving.”His hand shot out, not grabbing me roughly, but resting on my arm, a gentle b
Chapter 93Lana’s POV He stopped walking and looked at me, his expression completely serious, all trace of his earlier grumpiness gone.“In any relationship, Lana,” he said, his voice low and intense, “someone has to take the lead. Someone has to be the one who fights harder. I don’t care about th







