Lana’s POV
His gaze lingered on me, hesitant, the kind of look that made my stomach twist with dread. I burned to know his answer, but the longer he delayed, the heavier my chest grew.
Finally, he cleared his throat and said, almost carefully, “Precautions?”
My eyes narrowed at once. “Don’t play dumb with me, Damon. We had s*x. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
For a second, he didn’t blink. His storm-gray eyes were steady, yet unreadable. Then he dropped the blow casually, like he wasn’t detonating a grenade in my chest. “I didn’t.”
The world spun. My lips parted, then trembled. “You… you didn’t?” My voice shot higher, almost shrill. “Damon, are you insane? What were you thinking?!”
He raised a hand, his tone even. “Lana, calm down, I—”
“No! Don’t you dare tell me to calm
