LOGINLana’s POV
Damon held me fierce
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 I fed Norman scraps, useless information, outdated details, things he could have found in any public record.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.
WRITER'S POV The following day, Lana walked into the Tide Holdings office building with a lightness in her step she hadn't felt in some long days. The memory of Damon's kiss two nights ago was still fresh in her mind, a warm, secret glow that made the fluorescent lights seem a little brighter. Sh
Chapter 96Lana’s POV Looking at him, at the tired smile that didn’t quite reach the shadows in his eyes, it hit me all at once. A cold, clarifying wave of understanding. In this messy, beautiful, complicated thing between us, the pressure he was under from his family was a crushing weight. It was
Chapter 97Damon's POV Fuck.I love the way she tastes when she finally, completely succumbs to me. It’s like a drug, this sweet, heady flavor of her surrender. It was all I could do not to lose control right there against the car.And then she did it. That maddening, perfect thing. She arched her
Lana's POV Before I could even form a question, Mr. Higgins cleared his throat, his voice taking on a tone of grand importance. “Just so we’re all clear on the chain of command for this inspection,” he announced, puffing out his chest. “Ms. Marshall isn’t just a VIP. She is one of the two secret t







