Kristine POV
I pulled my arm from the man’s grasp, and quickly went up the stairs, glancing back to ensure he was not following me. When I reached our floor, I took a breath and then entered the suite, locking it behind me as I entered the room. I rested my back against the door. What the hell consequences would take place? And why was I somehow intertwined in this?
I moved into the room, looking around. Seeing nothing different since I had left it this morning, I breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the sitting area, wanting to think about my interactions with Brittany’s mate. He had to know the risk of speaking with me, so why would he do that? And how could he have known I would not say anything? For that matter, why hadn’t I told Zack?
Before I could think any furthe
