Krystal’s POV
My eyes stung with the smoke and I scrambled back, beating by my heart against my ribs. The warehouse wall had been torn open by the explosion, debris everywhere, dust and panic through the air.
“Colt!” I screamed and my throat was sore but there was nothing in the comms, only the buzzing in my earpiece.
No reply.
Donovan continued his cold smirk. He was standing straight and his hand was touching the edge of his coat as though the art of disturbance which he had invented was only a trifle.
"Not that you thought I was going to be content just letting you walk out, did you?" he said in a quietness that was under control. "It is not finished Krystal. It is the opening of the last round."
I squeezed my hands. “Where’s Colt? What have you done to him?”
He tongue-clucked, a
