Chapter 39
- Dominic
- Lana sits by the window, still and focused. Midday light pours in and wraps around her dark hair, giving it a soft glow. Calla lilies are scattered through the penthouse.
- Their clean smell blends with her natural scent, warm and distracting. She holds her lower lip between her teeth as she turns a page in her economics book. It’s a small thing. It shouldn’t matter. But it does.