Lydia remained frozen, staring at Reign. She wasn't far from him and could clearly feel the cold aura emanating from him. His eyes were filled with accusation and disgust.

She simply couldn’t understand how the same person could harbor two such contrasting emotions. His gentle tenderness had been given to the girl in his arms, while the cold, accusing glare was reserved for her.

She wanted to leave, didn’t want to continue locking eyes with him, didn’t want to ...