Lana’s POV
The glass doors of the conference room had barely closed before the fire in my chest became unbearable. I could still smell her perfume clinging to the air, could still hear her laugh echoing soft and deliberate, wrapping itself around Artemis like silk.
Celeste Moreau.
Her name tasted bitter on my tongue, though I hadn’t even spoken it. She had been flawless in her ivory suit, with her sharp smile and sharper intentions. The way her gaze lingered on Artemis had been enough to curdle my blood. And worse—he hadn’t noticed. He had sat there, all business, calm and unshaken, as though she hadn’t been undressing him with her eyes in front of everyone.
I didn’t know when I decided to follow him. My heels carried me down the corridor before I even realized I was moving.
By the ti
