VANESSA'S POV
The front door of Reign’s estate opens easily as I walk past. No one stops me. Why would they? I’ve been here hundreds of times.
But as I step into the grand foyer, my heels clicking against the hard floor, Landon appears from the west wing. His expression twists from surprised to wary in an instant.
"Vanessa." His voice is firm, authoritative. "What are you doing here?"
"Hello to you too, Landon." I smile, but it doesn't quite reach my eyes. "Is that any way to greet an old friend?"
"This isn't exactly an 'old friend' behavior. You're trespassing.” He crosses his arms, blocking my path further into the house. "Reign made it very clear last time. You don't come back here unless you're invited."
"I just need five minutes..."
"No." Landon pulls out his phone. "I'm callin
