EP 90.

Reynolds' POV.

I was tired of living in secrecy and fear, constantly hiding aspects of myself due to the oppressive influence of the council of elders and their cruel threats to take Adora away from me.

After getting ready, I slipped back into my shorts and allowed myself a brief nap, needing a moment of respite before joining Kayla.

Seven minutes later, I roused myself from my short rest and followed after her, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead with newfound confidence.

I approached Jackson's room with a sense of purpose, knocking firmly on the door. His response was predictably hostile, his voice ringing out from the other side with a mixture of annoyance and defiance.

"What do you want?" he barked, his tone laced with irritation.

But I couldn't help but grin mischievously as I turned the doorknob, undeterred by his brusque demeanour.

"Come on, you're about to get yourself into trouble," he warned, his threats ringing hollow as I heard his footsteps drawing nearer to