Lana's POV
I wanted to believe Damon was joking, but the quiet confidence in his voice and that undying smile stretching across his lips dared me not to. My jaw clenched, and I forced myself to shrug, pretending it didn’t matter.
“Do whatever you want,” I muttered, turning away.
Before Damon could respond, the security man returned, clearing his throat politely. “Miss Lana, Sir Connor just called. He wants me to take you straight to the Cross Family Estate. It’s about twenty minutes away, and he said to make sure you arrive safely.”
I hesitated briefly, glancing at Damon, then nodded. “Alright. Thank you. Let’s go.”
I climbed into the truck, the faint scent of leather and dust grounding me. Damon didn’t follow, simply leaned against his car, raising his hand in a brief wave. His gaze
