LOGINLana's POV
Lana's POV I stayed back till night fell. Hidden in the shadows, pressed against cold metal, waiting for something, anything to go right. The depot had grown quiet, most workers gone home, only a few lights casting long shadows across the concrete.Tyler must have broken free from Norman's compulsion after Norman left. That'
Lana's POV He patted my shoulder, then moved to stand directly in front of me. Purposefully and deliberately blocking any line of sight between me and Tyler, making sure I couldn't accidentally telegraph anything with my eyes or expression.I forced my voice low. Steady. "He's human. He won't be an obstacle."
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 I fed Norman scraps, useless information, outdated details, things he could have found in any public record.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.







