Regan also looks at the rules and once again glares at Lyon, who stares blankly at the wall. Regan snarls, grabbing my wrist and all but dragging me out of the room. Gnash jogs beside us to keep up and the closer we get to the bedroom, the angrier Regan gets. His aura is like a beacon promising pain, and I gasp when he drags me into the bathroom before letting me go. Stumbling, I barely catch myself on the towel rack as he flings me into the bathroom.
I grit my teeth, starting to really get sick and tired of being flung around; I am about to tell him that as my temper rises only when I spin around to find his finger in my face and his eyes are pitch black; I hold my tongue. He growls at me before speaking, his tone of voice menacing.
“You don’t break any f*****g rules with him tomorrow!”
