Storm
Mike had been watching me closely throughout the entire conversation.
I could almost see the questions forming in his head.
Eventually, he couldn’t hold them in any longer.
“I thought your name was Lena,” he said, glancing between Doyle and me. “But Mason just called you Storm. Why?”
My stomach tightened.
For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.
Doyle immediately started to speak, clearly intending to answer for me, but I shook my head.
“No.”
I needed to do this myself.
I pushed my chair back and stood, looking between Sean and Mike.
“There’s something you both need to know.”
Both men straightened.
“But before I tell you anything, I want your word.”
Sean didn’t hesitate.
“You have it.”
“I need both of you to promise me that what I’m about to tell you goes no further t
