ログイン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 Isaac’s voice carried smoothly over the hall, confident yet edged with something that made my stomach tighten. “I would like to thank everyone for being here tonight,” he said, smiling broadly, glass in hand. “It means a lot that you all came to celebrate with me. But before we move on
Lana's POV My heart lurched. I swallowed, my pulse hammering against my throat, but his words left no room for protest.And still, I didn’t look away.“Where are we going to your house?” I asked finally, breaking the spell before it drowned me. “The Cross Estate, right?”He frowned immediately, hi
Lana's POV He had said it, each word sharp, cold, final.The weight of Damon’s tone silenced even Liam. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to pause right there at the edge of the glass doors.Liam’s jaw tightened, but the bravado he had carried moments ago when barking at the security guards had va
Lana’s POV The water was still warm, clinging to my skin as I finally forced myself out of the tub. Drops slid down my legs, dampening the marble floor, and I snatched a towel from the rack, wrapping it tightly around myself. My cheeks burned at the memory of what I’d asked Damon for. Underwear.







