Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Lana’s POV

The words “my mother” hung in the air, heavy with unspoken questions. Before I could even form a lie, Damon’s thumb swiped across the screen and he put the phone to his ear.

“Mother,” he said, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth. “What do you want?”

There was a pause on the other end, and then a woman’s voice, flustered and strangely awestruck, filtered through. “Ah, son? You’re… with Lana?”

Damon’s gaze flicked to me, holding mine captive. “She’s my world,” he stated