Krystal’s POV
I was torn apart at the sobs of Cassie.
It was of my own doing. I had said I would protect her. And now, she was up against a gun to her head.
Colt ground his teeth. His hand trembled his gun. His men gave slow way to weapons upon the ground.
"We dare not jeopardise her life," he said to me. His tone was whispering and straining.
Hans smirked as though he managed to win already." Step now off of the guns. Slowly.”
We did.
Judith was standing very near Hans, looking stonily in a way that was to show that all this was of no importance to her.
"How could you?" I breathed, and gazed at her.
She smiled, there was no regression in her look. "You had your game, Krystal. I had mine played.”
Muffled cries became louder on the part of Cassie. She tossed her head raging at me
