Lana stood frozen, the file still open in her trembling hands.
Her name. Her past. The life she thought she had left behind—meticulously documented in neat, inked lines.
Dean had known about her long before she ever stepped foot in his world.
That fact alone sent ice through her veins.
Her mind raced through the implications. This wasn’t just control—this was premeditated. But why?
A noise in the hallway made her snap the folder shut. Her heart pounded as she reached down, grabbing the fallen key and tucking it into her pocket. She forced herself to breathe, to calm the racing pulse in her throat.
The door had been unlocked for a reason.
Had Elena truly meant for her to find this? Or had she just walked straight into Dean’s game?
One thing was certain—if he found her here, she woul
