Damon’s POV
She looked at me like I had just said something that could pull the entire earth off its axis. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes narrowing in disbelief – half amused, half dazed, as if my words had knocked her balance a little. That look, damn, that look always did something to me. The corner of her mouth twitched like she was fighting a smile or an emotion.
And just as I was about to push it further, my phone rang. A low vibration buzzed against the table, sharp enough to slice through the delicate tension that had wrapped around us.
Lana’s gaze dropped to the screen, then back to me. “You should get that,” she said softly, voice like velvet but laced with an unspoken goodbye.
She reached for her clutch, the movement elegant and fluid, but I knew that gesture—she was abou
