"Say that again, and I swear," she warned.
"Oh, so now your solution to being called out for being violent is to get even more violent. No wonder I like you. We have a lot in common."
Michaela's face flushed, but she didn't back down. "I'm not violent—I'm just making sure you're not a threat."
Reign chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You really like to lie to yourself, or maybe you're just too self-righteous to admit it?"
Her jaw clenched, the anger bubbling just below the surface. "I don't need to justify myself to you."
"Of course you don't," Reign leaned in slightly.
She glared at him, not giving an inch. "I know it. You can't be like me. Who are you? And how did you steal all this power?"
"Stole? I didn't steal anything. I earned it,"
Technically, he wasn't lying. He had earned it, in his own way—by beating the crap out of that voice inside his head and fighting through every challenge it threw his way.
