Reign walks over to you, his strong hands holding your waist and pulling you close to him as he leans down to kiss your cheek. My love, you should be asleep. One of his men speaks up, mentioning that the meeting isn't over yet. Reign isn't even listening. He's too busy gazing down into your eyes. He hears one of his men clear his throat, and he glances over his shoulder at them, his expression suddenly threatening and menacing. His men shudder, and they immediately leave.
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