CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LANA’S POV
It had barely been ten minutes since Andrew left the club when I saw him rushing back inside. What the hell did he want now? I was standing on the dais watching the crowds when I noticed him and he looked pretty panicked. Wait, was that Rose behind him? The rage and pain returned and without thinking, I walked down the stairs in short angry strides. Someone really had to be f*****g kidding me. How could he bring that woman right back in with him? Was he trying to show me something?
“Wow, that was quick Andrew,” I locked my arms around myself as I reached the two culprits, wearing my best death glare.
“Lana,” He breathed, looking a little panicked.
“What is she doing here? Were you with her when you came to beg me to go back to the house? Am I
