Reagan's POV
I couldn't stop moving. My feet carried me back and forth across the marble floors downstairs, each step echoing through the empty hallway. The silence was driving me insane.
Allyson had been locked away in Dad's office for what felt like hours. I kept checking my watch, but time seemed to crawl. Whatever conversation was happening behind that mahogany door wasn't ordinary business talk. The tension in the air when they'd disappeared together told me everything I needed to know.
My hands curled into fists at my sides. Every fiber of my being wanted to storm in there and drag her out before Dad could unleash one of his famous ice-cold lectures. He had zero tolerance for people who dared to question his authority. And Allyson? She'd marched right into his territory like she owned the place.
