“Where’s Zeke?” Regan asks. Lyon sighs.
“Asleep still. I just checked him.” Lyon answers with a shrug.
“And how long have you been standing there?” I ask, and he smirks.
“Long enough to hear you arguing over wanting to touch him,” he states, and my face burns.
“So, why are you in my room?” Regan demands, falling back onto the bed.
“Seeing if she survived the night with you, for one, and I found something,” Lyon answers, which makes Regan sit back up.
“Found what?”
“Dad is dying; that is why he has orchestrated all of this! It’s also how I know you just lied to her. His aura affects Zeke and me, but with him dying, I know it doesn’t affect you unless you allow it to.” Lyon motions toward me.
“How?” Regan asks.
“It doesn’t matter, but I think Zeke is the one behind it. Dad started
