Two days.
Reign had picked up her phone and put it back down so many times in two days that even Bear, her dog, had started lifting his head every time she reached for it, like he was keeping count.
She dropped it once again on the cushion beside her and pressed her palms over her face.
The problem wasn't that she didn't have a reason to call. She had several reasons to count. Good ones. Miranda had been messaging since the day she left her place, about the family meeting, each text more pointed than the last, and Reign had been running out of ways to say I'm working on it without it becoming obvious that what she was actually doing was sitting in her sitting room, arguing with herself about a man she was legally married to and genuinely furious at.
Yes, she was still angry.
She wante
