Lana knew better than to ask what Dean’s “surprise” was. He enjoyed the suspense too much. Whatever he had planned, it was meant to unsettle her.
She kept her expression smooth as she took a sip of coffee, the bitter heat grounding her. Across the table, Dean watched her with quiet amusement, like a king waiting for his court to acknowledge his power.
Sebastian stood by the window, his posture relaxed but alert. He hadn’t spoken since she entered, but she knew he was watching. Assessing.
Elena, as always, remained silent.
Lana finally set her cup down, tilting her head slightly. “Well? Are you going to make me guess?”
Dean chuckled. “No need. You’ll see soon enough.”
He pushed his chair back and stood, smoothing his sleeves.
“Walk with me,” he said.
It wasn’t a request.
Lana force
