Krystal’s Point Of View
The moment Colt hung up the phone, I could feel the shift in the aura of the room. There was tension not just in him but in us. The stillness that had brought a fleeting sense of peace had evaporated, replaced by a thick, humming tension that crawled beneath my skin.
I stood beside him, arms crossed, trying to ignore the cold sweat forming at the back of my neck. “He knows we’re coming,” Colt said, his voice low, rough with restraint.
"What did he sound like?” I asked.
Colt didn’t answer right away. His eyes were distant, jaw clenched as though reliving the voice on the other end of the line. “Calm. Too calm. Like someone who thinks he’s already won.”
The words landed heavily between us.
I ran my hands through my hair and exhaled. “Then we don’t wait.”
Colt
