*
Sierra was still trembling when Edward came out to find her in the hallway a short while later. With one look at her face however, he could tell that something was wrong.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “You seem pale.”
She tried to speak, but Alpha Clark emerged just then and he fixed his stern gaze on her.
“You’ll be staying in your mother’s room tonight,” he said. “Antonio will stand by the door and guard you.”
Sierra simply nodded. But then Eva squeezed his arm, and his nostrils flared almost reluctantly.
“And,” he groaned, “after much consideration, and given the turn of recent events, I think it is only prudent to allow you to attend the festival. At least, until I change my mind.”
Sierra attempted to smile, but she still couldn’t get rid of the haunting thoughts in her head
