Damon’s POV
Adelle’s painted smile cracked the instant my words hit her. I saw it—the flicker in her eyes, the twitch in her jaw. Her confidence shriveled like parchment under fire. She stood frozen for a heartbeat too long, then with an indignant huff, spun on her heels and marched back to her seat, the sharp click of her stilettos on marble sounding like defeat.
I leaned back slowly, letting the tension bleed from my shoulders. Lana’s fingers brushed the edge of my sleeve as she settled down again, her presence soft against the storm that had just passed. My gaze wandered briefly over the hall until I caught the faintest shift in the row behind us.
Lana tilted her head, lips parting slightly as she whispered, “Damon… isn’t that Sam? What is your assistant doing here?”
I didn’t bothe
