Regan’s voice was sharp, the kind that made everyone freeze. The guards instantly lowered their heads, the nannies stepping back, stammering, “S-Sir, we—”But he wasn’t listening. His eyes were locked on Reid—clinging to me, face buried in my shoulder, trembling. I saw it then, that flicker of fear and guilt warping into anger. Not at the boy. At the world. At himself.Regan ran a hand down his face, his other hand tightening into a fist. His chest rose and fell fast, his breathing uneven. He looked like a man caught between rage and despair — and for the first time in years, I saw something in his eyes I didn’t expect. Fear.I swallowed hard, my hand instinctively tightening around Reid’s small frame. “He’s okay,” I said softly, breaking the silence. “Zarina—he tried to take him, but I stopped her.”He looked at me then — really looked. There was gratitude in his eyes, yes, but also something else, something darker, heavier.His jaw clenched again, eyes flickering with frustration.
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