*Storm's POV*

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. I was taken aback by the intensity of the dream, and the undeniable chemistry between me and Scott, even if it was just in my imagination. I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment that it was all just a dream.

I walked out of the room in search of the prisoner.

I crept through the dark and narrow corridors of the prison, my heart pounding in my chest. The storm outside matched the turmoil inside me as I searched for him.

As I rounded a corner, I froze. There he...