Allison's POV.
I needed a moment to regroup, to let the adrenaline of the dance subside. As I sipped my drink, the cool liquid doing little to calm my racing heart, I felt a presence behind me. I turned, and there stood Williams, his expression of curiosity and bewilderment.
“Allison,” he started, his voice unsteady. “Can we talk?”
I sighed, knowing this confrontation was inevitable. “What do you want, Williams?”
He glanced around, clearly uncomfortable. “What’s with the sudden change? How is it possible that you’re...this? Part of an espionage group?”
I raised an eyebrow, my patience already wearing thin. “You think you know me, Williams? You don’t know a thing.”
He looked taken aback by the firmness in my voice but pressed on. “But I knew you before, Allison. You weren’t like this.
