Lana sat in the dim glow of the lamp, the small golden key resting between her fingers. It was deceptively light, yet it carried the weight of something far heavier—possibility. Freedom. Or a trap.
She turned it over in her palm, testing its edges. Was Elena truly offering her a way out, or was this some kind of test? Dean wasn’t careless. If there was an escape route, he would know about it.
Her mind raced, calculating the risks. If she used the key too soon, she could expose herself. If she waited too long, she might never get another chance.
A knock at the door shattered the quiet.
Lana’s pulse jumped. Instinct took over—she flicked the key into her nightstand and stood smoothly, composing herself before unlocking the door.
Sebastian stood in the hallway, his gaze unreadable as eve
