*Storm's POV*

I stood at the door, my heart pounding in my chest. The weight of the gun in my hand felt both reassuring and ominous.

The foot steps stopped and then started again and I stared at the door, realizing it was coming from the other side. With a throbbing heart, i put my ear to the door and then peeked through the peephole to see if someone was standing outside.

“who are you?" called through the wood. No response came back.

Running to my dressing table, i grabbed my biggest dagger and walked to the door like it might burst open any second. Dragging the chair away from...