Lana’s POV
“Ugh, that man is a complete jerk,” I grunted, tossing my phone onto the rumpled bedsheets. It bounced once before settling into the soft duvet. I flopped onto my back, staring up at the blank white ceiling, my arms flung out to the sides. But closing my eyes was pointless. Sleep wasn’t coming.
It wasn’t the drama with his grandfather or the arranged bride that was buzzing under my skin now. It was just… him. Damon. The memory of his voice, the way he’d so casually turned his family’s world upside down and then driven off into the night, all while calling me his ‘darling’. A slow, helpless smile spread across my face, and I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes.
Even the thing with the video, which should have been humiliating, now felt different. He wasn’t holding i
