Jasmine POV
“Reagan?” I stammered, my voice trembling as I knelt beside him, gripping his shoulder. “Reagan, what do you mean?”
But instead of an answer, Reagan’s body went still for a moment, the tension in the air so thick it was almost suffocating. And then, suddenly, a low laugh escaped his lips. His eyes cleared, returning to their usual sharp green, and when he spoke, it was in his normal voice.
“Gotcha,” he said, grinning.
I froze, the adrenaline still surging through my veins as I processed what just happened. A joke? I stared at him, wide-eyed, still too shaken to react. But the next moment, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks—he’d faked the whole thing.
“You... you were joking?” My voice was a mix of disbelief and fury.
Reagan smirked, sitting up. “Come on, Jas, it
