Maya's POV

The guy struggled. "Let go of me!"

But the person holding him didn't flinch, And it was Regan.

My heart skipped.

He didn't wait for the guy to swing again. He punched him, hard and fast. The guy stumbled back, but Regan followed through, grabbing the collar of his shirt and landing another blow across his jaw.

The music faltered. People were gasping, whispering. Some backed away.

"Regan, stop," I said quickly, stepping forward.

He turned to glance at me, breathing hard, his ...