Reagan’s POV
The council meeting ended in complete chaos.
People shouted over each other. Chairs scraped loudly against the floor. Elders argued with raised voices while warriors stood frozen, not knowing what to do. I barely heard any of it. My eyes stayed locked on Irene as the guards pulled her away from me. Her face looked shocked, eyes wide, lips still slightly swollen from our kiss. For one second I saw hope in her expression. Then the guards dragged her out of the hall.
My father stared at me like I had lost my damn mind.
“Get out,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Both of you. We will deal with this tomorrow morning.”
I didn’t fight him. I walked out with my fists clenched so tight my nails cut into my palms. The bond in my chest burned like fire. It pulled me toward Irene,
