Lana stood frozen in the quiet after Dean left, her mind racing. His words, his presence, lingered in the room like a shadow, pressing against her chest. He was playing with her—testing her resolve, no doubt. But she couldn’t let herself be rattled, not now.
She took a steadying breath, turning to the desk where Caleb’s documents lay spread out before her. The weight of the information was almost overwhelming. If they could leverage this—if they could use it against Dean—it might be enough to break his stranglehold. But would it be enough to make him slip? To expose the cracks in his empire?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
Lana froze, then moved quickly, her hand brushing the pistol holstered under her jacket as she approached. She cracked the door open just e
