Lana’s POV
Subconsciously, my gaze flickered toward Damon. He was leaning back casually in his seat, his hand resting on the stem of a wine glass he hadn’t touched in a while. The candlelight caught on his sharp features, making him look both dangerously aloof and impossibly magnetic.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes locking on mine as though he could read every unspoken thought swirling in me.
“Why do you look so gloomy all of a sudden?” His voice was low, but it cut through the chatter and laughter like it was meant for my ears alone.
I froze, my lips parting, but nothing came out. My chest tightened, betraying me. For a heartbeat, I could only sit there, caught in his gaze. Then, forcing air into my lungs, I shook my head and managed, “It’s nothing.”
But even I knew the lie soun
