Chapter 39

Reagan’s POV

I watched them together, every step they took igniting a fire of anger and betrayal within me. My grip on the glass tightened, the stem creaking under the pressure. It took everything in me not to storm after them, and grab Andrea away from him far away but I couldn’t so I stood there like a hopeless fool watching them leave.

"Sike, is it just me, or was there some serious tension?" Julius said, his voice casual but his eyes keenly observant.

I ignored him, downing the rest of my drink in one gulp. The burn of the alcohol did little to numb the hurt that gnawed at my insides. I needed to get away, to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the party, away from the prying eyes and whispering mouths. My feet moved on their own, leading me to the balcony, where the cool night air offered a semblance of relief.

Out here, in the quiet solitude, my mind raced. Images of Andrea and Hayden together, laughing, talking, perhaps even embracing, haunted me. My heart twisted at the thoug