Chapter 12

Guinevere's POV

I bit my cheeks as I tried to suppress the anger bubbling within me. Why did he have to be so infuriating? What gave him the audacity to think he could just bring me here and lock me up? Ugh, I wanted to slam his face against the wall, but as much as I wished to do that, I knew I couldn’t. Reagan was one to keep his word, and no matter how pissed I was, I couldn’t act recklessly and endanger innocent lives. So, reluctantly, I said, "Fine."

A smile tugged at his lips, and he slowly released his grip on me. "I’m glad we’re on the same page."

More like I had no choice

"The Crimson Pack is always welcome here. I have some meetings to attend to. Make yourself at home," he said with a grin as he turned to leave.

Once he was out, I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it at the top of my lungs until I felt a little better. Flopping onto the bed, I stared at the ceiling. Was this really how my life would be? Trapped with Reagan forever. I wondered about Hayden and how sad he mus