Lana's POV
The hush of the open office greeted me as soon as I stepped in. But the moment my gaze landed on my corner, I froze.
He was there. Damon.
Reclined casually in my chair, the picture of ownership, he twirled something small and glimmering between his fingers. The light from the overhead lights caught it, scattering flecks of fire against the glass walls.
My breath caught. The ring.
Not just any ring, the diamond one he’d once slipped onto my finger with a vow that had carved itself into my memory.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself forward. “What are you doing here?” My voice lacked the sharpness I wanted; it came out softer, strained, as my eyes clung stubbornly to the sparkling band between his fingers.
He tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Funny question
