Krystal’s POV
The van sped through the empty and dark streets. I could feel the wheels bouncing roughly over potholes. Klaus was sorted beside me his grip on the knife tightened. Hans sat across, far too calm for someone in the middle of a crime.
“Why are you quiet, Krystal” Hans said, with a cold smile displayed on his lips. “Not going to beg? Not going to scream for Colt to save you?”
I shot him a glare. “I don’t have to scream. He’s already coming.” Hans laughed softly, as if I was telling a sweet joke. “You’re still dreaming? Colt is busy cleaning up the mess I left for him.”
I didn’t respond. I turned my attention to the road, silently praying, that Colt would find me. He always did.
“You know where we’re going, don’t you?” Hans asked, leaning forward. “A quiet dock. I have a shi
