LOGINLana's POV
Lana's POV The glacier cave loomed before us, dark and hungry. I took a step inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through cracks in the ice. Then I stopped.Shadows moved at the edges. Too m
Lana's POVWhen Tia saw I remained unmoved, her mask cracked. The smirk vanished. The pretense dropped. Her eyes turned cold, flat, dangerous."You
Lana's POVI wasn't expecting to see Tia the following day.She appeared at the edge of the camp as the sun was setting, her silhouette unmistakable even from a distance. I hadn't seen her in months—not since she'd slithered her way into Liam's bed while pretending to be my friend. Now she stood there, one hand resting on her swollen belly, her eyes glittering with something dark and satisfied.She had found a
Lana's POVMoments LaterThe healers came and went. Sheila came more often. She stood at the doorway of the room they'd moved Damon to—a small cabin not far from the ruined refuge, borrowed from a family who owed Dave a favor."Lana." Sheila touched my shoulder. "You need to rest. Eat something. Sleep. Just for an hour."
Lana's POVWe held each other in that dark refuge, tangled in a storm of agony and love. His arms wrapped around me, my face buried in his chest, the world outside forgotten. The wind howled, the snow fell, and for a few moments, we were just two broken people clinging to the only thing that made sense.
Lana's POV I followed his finger through the blowing snow. At first I saw nothing—just white, more white, the endless grey of the glacier. Then my eyes adjusted.A structure. Low and dark against the ice. Not a cabin—something older. A refuge, maybe, bui
Damon’s POVShe looked at me like I had just said something that could pull the entire earth off its axis. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes narrowing in disbelief – half amused, half dazed, as if my words had knocked her balance a little. That look, damn, that look always did something to me. The
Damon’s POV Adelle’s painted smile cracked the instant my words hit her. I saw it—the flicker in her eyes, the twitch in her jaw. Her confidence shriveled like parchment under fire. She stood frozen for a heartbeat too long, then with an indignant huff, spun on her heels and marched back to her se
Lana’s POV The soft hum of the ballroom faded behind me as I stepped out into the hotel lobby. My heels clicked softly against the marble floor, the lingering notes of jazz and laughter fading into the distance. The air outside the private hall was cooler, calmer, a sharp contrast to the simmering
Lana’s POVDamon didn’t stop there. He never did. The man seemed to thrive on making me blush, as though it were his favorite sport.“You know,” he said, voice low enough that only I could hear, “if any of those women had even a fraction of your beauty, maybe—just maybe—I’d look their way.”I looke







