Lana’s POV
I gasped, spinning around so fast my breath caught in my throat.
And there he was.
I froze, heart hammering against my ribs as my body collided with Damon’s chest. His arms caught me instinctively, firm and unyielding. The faintest grin curved his lips, not playful but sharp, like he knew he had just caught me red-handed. His eyes gleamed with a dark amusement, and the corner of his mouth tilted higher when he realized how startled I was.
Before I could speak, Isaac’s voice boomed from the phone still pressed in Damon’s hand.
“Lana? When can we meet? Tell me when!” His anxious tone spilled out, desperate, tugging at me like invisible strings.
Damon didn’t say a word. He simply held the phone tighter, his knuckles turning white from the grip. His eyes, however, spoke volum
