Lydia was fuming, and seeing how Reign was defending Wendy only fueled her anger further.

Without thinking, in a surge of frustration, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face. “Smack!”

The sound of the slap echoed sharply. The red imprint of her hand was clear on his face.

Reign’s expression darkened, his eyes cold and unreadable, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Lydia braced herself, expecting him to explode in anger, maybe even slap her back. But ...