LOGINLana's POV
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 I fed Norman scraps, useless information, outdated details, things he could have found in any public record.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.
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
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