Chapter 57

The crisp sound of Regina's plan meeting Bellatrix's cheek cut through the silence that had settled in the hallway just seconds before. Bellatrix didn't flinch. Although her cheek was red, a testament that the hit had stung, she didn't bat a lash and stared Regina down. The nonchalant stare once again got under Regina's skin. "You..." She hissed and took a step closer, raising her hand once again to land another clean hit on Bellatrix's cheek. Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed from behind and before she could even process the familiar hand wrapped around her wrist, she was forcefully pulled back and Cillian placed himself between the two girls. Regina's eyes widened. "Cill–" "What do you think you're doing?" His voice, although leveled, carried a certain type of tone that sent shivers down Regina's spine. "I..." She began, trying to pull her wrist out of his grasp, but for some reason, she couldn't find the strength to do so. Perhaps it was the way Cillian was looking at her, something s