Lydia’s slap held all the fury she could muster.

Reign’s gold-rimmed glasses tilted off his nose, hanging crookedly on his ear, and a strand of hair fell across his forehead. His expression darkened as he glared at her. “You’re something else, aren’t you? I save you, and you slap me?”

Ignoring his skewed glasses, he stepped closer, a chilling smile stretching across his face like a blade poised to strike.

Lydia instinctively backed away, ...