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Chapter 40

Guinevere’s POV

My hands trembled as I carefully applied balm to Reagan’s split lips, the sight of his bruised face only fueling the anger burning inside me. How could this night have spiraled so out of control? My mind was still reeling from the confrontation with Hayden, and now, walking in on Reagan getting beaten to a pulp, it was too much.

“How dare him,” I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice trembling with barely contained rage.

To think the night could get any worse, first with Hayden, and now this.

Reagan’s lips twitched into a smile, despite the pain I knew he must be feeling. “If you keep tightening your brows like that, you’re going to get wrinkles,” he teased, his voice soft but playful.

How could he smile after what just happened? It baffled me. My frustration peaked, and I turned away, running my hands through my hair in a futile attempt to calm myself.

“Andrea?” Reagan’s voice was gentle, coaxing me to turn back to him. His eyes searched my face, concern etched in e
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