One incapable hand wrapped in a white cloth and tended by their nurse agent, clothes crumpled, bruises on her face with still dried blood on the side of her lips and eyebrow, bleeding wounds on her elbow, having a hard time walking straight without clutching her stomach, Reign still stood strong, going towards the place where the party was currently happening.
It was only six in the evening, one hour had passed since the party had started and thirty minutes only had gone since the fight came to a halt. When the man, their boss, came to stop his people, the two were both surprised, or more like it was only her since Warren's immediate reaction was to scream at him. He was not just their simple boss, it was the masked man, the man whom by what Dale had told her to be identified through his
