Understand

Cover for me!" Cisca told Reagan and ducked behind the stable door.

" What?" Reagan asked, and understanding dawned on her when she saw Stiles approaching.

She maintained a calm composure when he got nearer. " Good morning, Prince Stiles." He replied.

Stiles pinned her with a straight look, " Where is Cisca?"

Reagan shrugged, and her face contorted into confusion, " I don't know, she is supposed to be here."

" Quit the act," Stiles replied. Her pretentious look irritated him.

Reagan straightened and looked at him with a straight face, refusing to be intimidated.

Stiles took a cursory glance around the environment, and his nose slightly twitched. " Where is she?" He inquired.

" I don't know sir." She replied and his hand smacked against her cheek.

" You dare lie in my very presence? How dare you?!" He boomed.

Reagan moved her cheek around to relax the muscle that shifted when the slap was delivered.

" I don't know where she is!" Reagan cried and Stiles was red hot with anger.

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