Chapter 45

• Lana
• I throw him a sharp, narrowed look, then spin away before he can say another word. He doesn’t get to see me hesitate. I walk off the dance floor with my chin lifted, steps steady, pride stitched together by force alone after being brushed aside like I was nothing. Cazzo.
• I’m not made for this world. I’m not made for him. Dominic’s shifting moods could put anyone in an early grave, and I can already feel it wearing me down.