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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.
Lana's POV I stared at my phone for an hour before I typed the message. My fingers hovered over the screen, shaking, refusing to obey. But I had no choice. The witch's words echoed in my head. He's going to wipe out Damon's entire pack. My father's cold eyes stared at me from memory. No time to hesitate.
Lana's POV I don't remember walking back to my hidden shelter. My legs just moved, carried me through the dark forest, through the cold, through the crushing weight in my chest. The next thing I knew, I was pushing open the door to the small, hidden cabin I'd been using as a base. The moment I crossed the threshold, my legs gave out.
Lana’s POV Her eyes widened, her bravado slipping.And I allowed the question to hang in the air, like a dagger poised to drop.My words had struck the very nerve I wanted them to, and I caught the flicker in her eyes before she could mask it. Adelle’s smile stiffened, a frozen curve that no longe
Lana's POV The hush of the open office greeted me as soon as I stepped in. But the moment my gaze landed on my corner, I froze.He was there. Damon.Reclined casually in my chair, the picture of ownership, he twirled something small and glimmering between his fingers. The light from the overhead l
Lana’s POV The glowing screen burned against my palm, and I couldn’t help it, my lips curved into a sly smile. His message blinked at me, sharp and commanding.“Delete. That. Photo. Now!”I whispered the words softly, almost enjoying how his possessiveness spilled through even in text. The sound o
DAMON’S POV I eased the car to a smooth stop in front of the lounge, the engine humming low like a predator that refused to rest. My eyes swept the polished glass doors, already picturing Lana walking through them with her chin high and her eyes flashing.“This won’t take more than five minutes,”







