Despite my apprehensions about who that Alpha may be, I walked with Storm to the foyer because he insisted. If it was Kayla, I was in trouble. I was doomed if Max was responsible. In any event, my chances didn't look too good, so I kept the dagger's hilt steady and close at hand beneath my pinafore in case I needed to use it. I had a sneaking suspicion I might.
My senses heightened as a result of the anxiety-induced adrenaline rush through my veins, which increased my heart rate. I wished I could have escaped Storm, but I was unable to. He would be suspicious if I did. So, even though I knew I was taking a huge risk, I stuck close to the man who might have been in charge of my execution.
I finally felt at ease when the individual who was standing in Storm's foyer was completely unfamiliar to me. He did, however, resemble me in every way if I were a man. Well, at the moment, I am not me, in truth. Not my true self.
