Lana’s POV
He stopped walking and looked at me, his expression completely serious, all trace of his earlier grumpiness gone.
“In any relationship, Lana,” he said, his voice low and intense, “someone has to take the lead. Someone has to be the one who fights harder. I don’t care about the trouble. I only want to win her over.”
He started walking again, then added with a sidelong glance, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes, “You should take a page from my book. Be tougher on Damon. Don’t let him get away with anything.”
The advice, coming from the man who had just been emotionally hijacked onto a flight, was so absurd I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The lounge was simple but exquisite, all dark wood and soft lighting. I smoothed down my blazer, taking a steadying breath. I
