Lana’s POV
The glowing screen burned against my palm, and I couldn’t help it, my lips curved into a sly smile. His message blinked at me, sharp and commanding.
“Delete. That. Photo. Now!”
I whispered the words softly, almost enjoying how his possessiveness spilled through even in text. The sound of my own voice curling around his command sent a thrill down my spine. But delete it? Not a chance.
Instead, I chuckled, shaking my head. Screw him. Screw Damon for thinking he could dictate what I should post, what I should wear, how I should breathe. The rebellion in me burned brighter, and I smirked as I locked my phone. He wanted control? Let him choke on the fact that I would not bend.
I lifted my chin and strode straight into the heart of the hall. Music throbbed around me, laughter sp
