Eighty Four

I stood up and the scream I let out represented my consciousness. Finally, what I feared happened.

I called his name and he stopped, and some guy in black pulled him away from Reagan who was lying on the floor. I stepped closer to Reagan, gaping as I stared at his face which was covered in purple bruises and gore on the corner of his left lip, nose and jaw. I almost dropped to my knees to help him but a hand pulled me hard until my back hit the hard chest behind me.

"Are you fucking crazy?" I rebelled and looked at Reagan who was barely awake.

Rhysand didn't say anything, and pulled me away from Reagan by grabbing my hand and forcing me to move until I almost dropped my wallet and phone which were in my coat pocket.

"Keep quiet, or I'll do more than this to him." His words were dark and sharp.

I couldn't answer or fight him, all I could do was stare at Reagan who sat and looked at me with an expression of helplessness and anger.

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The car he was driving was engulfed in a dark silenc