Lana’s POV
Her eyes widened, her bravado slipping.
And I allowed the question to hang in the air, like a dagger poised to drop.
My words had struck the very nerve I wanted them to, and I caught the flicker in her eyes before she could mask it. Adelle’s smile stiffened, a frozen curve that no longer reached her eyes.
“What do you mean?” she demanded, voice tighter than usual.
I tilted my head slightly, letting my hair slide over my shoulder as though I were amused. “I didn’t mean anything,” I said lightly, already turning to leave.
Her hand shot out, curling around my arm. “Don’t walk away from me, Lana.” Her voice had dropped low, sharp. “If you know something, then spill it. Tell me now. Who was Damon’s first love?”
I stared at her hand on me, and with deliberate calm, I peeled he
