The soft click of the lock behind Lana should have made her feel trapped.
It should have made her panic.
Instead, she exhaled slowly and let the fury settle.
Dean thought he was breaking her down. He thought he was winning.
But he didn’t realize the truth.
Lana wasn’t shattering.
She was sharpening.
Her fingers curled around the edge of the vanity as she stared at her reflection. She looked composed—calm even—but beneath the surface, her mind was a storm.
Dean had forced her to witness his power tonight. To see firsthand what happened when people defied him.
A lesson.
A warning.
But if he thought she’d crumble, he was a fool.
Lana turned away from the mirror, her eyes scanning the room. She had to start thinking like him—like a predator, not prey.
She moved to the heavy doors,
