Krystal’s POV
I gazed at the door quite awhile, with Colt holding my hand hard. The outside voice called once more, joyously.
“Fresh mangoes! Finest in the village!”
Colt heaved a relief. His shoulders which were tense, loosened finally.
"It is only the mango man," I whispered, still chilled with the throb of my heart. He looked at me, and a little crooked smile came. "You nearly pierced the poor fellow with your gaze." He said with a grin.
I shook my head, and made an effort to laugh but it sounded somewhat shaky. "It is not my fault. That letter…”
His smile died away. It had left him with the letter in his pocket, the weight of a thunderstorm threatening to come out. We did not need to tell each other--we understood that there was something behind the message.That was not all. Stil
