Krystal’s POV
There was silence in the warehouse now. The explosion was done, the smoke was subsiding and Donovan was gone but the burden of his words hung heavily on my chest.
One button. One decision. One life.
I eyed the remote that was shaking in my grasp. I heard Colt crackling in my ear piece, faintly alive.
"Don t… don t be him Krystal. You are better than this."
Was I?
About my own person there remained anything?
I tightened my eyes, my heart yelled louder than my mind. I had an urge to rescue him.
However, I did not want to lose myself.
Both, do you think?
I recalled all the details, the faithlessness of my father, the deception of Cecilia and the manipulation of Judith and the cruelty of Hans. I was used up, busted, discarded.
Colt had picked me up though.
Colt had ma
