Maya's POV
Talk about awkward first impressions. There stood Damon with a gorgeous woman clinging to his arm, wearing that infuriating smirk of his instead of immediately explaining who she was. My blood was starting to boil until the woman stepped forward, saving me from making a complete fool of myself.
Lana was nothing short of stunning. She had the same striking dark eyes as her brother, complemented by impossibly long eyelashes that would make any makeup artist jealous. Her tall, slender frame moved with natural grace, and her straight black hair fell perfectly around her heart-shaped face. Those full lips and porcelain skin completed the picture of genetic lottery winning. Despite her beauty, she seemed genuinely warm—until Damon mentioned Damian, when her smile noticeably faltered. Clearly some history there.
"Where are the head honchos today, Owen?" Damon asked, clearly referring to Damian and Liam.
