As Reign stepped out of the study, he spotted Lydia nestled against a young man, her body pressed against the wall. Her legs brushed against his pants, and her chin was slightly lowered as she gazed up at him with sultry, yearning eyes.

That look in her gaze was unmistakable—pure desire.

Reign suddenly remembered—every time she tried to seduce him, she’d look at him with those same eyes. Though her appearance was far from innocent, she insisted on playing the ...