DAMON’S POV
I eased the car to a smooth stop in front of the lounge, the engine humming low like a predator that refused to rest. My eyes swept the polished glass doors, already picturing Lana walking through them with her chin high and her eyes flashing.
“This won’t take more than five minutes,” I said casually, shutting off the ignition.
She rolled her eyes in that infuriatingly elegant way only she could pull off. “I won’t let you dictate for me, Damon.”
I smirked at her defiance, letting the words roll over me like a challenge. But before I could answer, her attention shifted. I followed her gaze through the window, noting the black jeep pulling up right behind us.
Her brows furrowed, watching the person get out of the car and stand right beside mine. “Who’s that? He looks famili
