Chapter Thirty-Six: Fire in the Walls
The box hit the floor with a dull thud, bouncing once near Reign's shoes. His hand rubbed his forehead as he glared at Isabelle.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he growled.
Isabelle stood, her eyes burning. "You. You are what's wrong."
Reign stepped forward. "You think I'm just going to ignore you throwing things at me?"
"No. I don't care if you ignore me or yell at me," Isabelle snapped. "You just stood there. Said nothing. Then mocked me like I was showing off at a prison visit."
He scoffed. "I wasn't mocking. I was asking a question."
She laughed bitterly. "A question? About my cleavage?"
Reign held her gaze. "It was a low-cut top."
"Oh, so now you're the fashion police? Should I wear a curtain next time I visit my father?"
His jaw tightened. "You wore that for attention. Don't act innocent."
