Krystal’s POV
“I… I choose you.”
The words felt like poison on my tongue. I didn’t want to say them, but they came out anyway. Hans’s gun was still pointed at Colt’s chest, and I knew what this choice meant.
Hans raised an eyebrow, his smile slow and sharp. “I didn’t hear you well, sweetheart. Say it again.”
My throat tightened. My whole body shook. But I forced the words out again. “I choose you. I’ll go with you. Let Colt go.”
Colt’s hand squeezed mine so tightly it hurt. “Krystal, no. Don’t do this.”
I looked at him. His face was pale, his lips bruised, his eyes wide with fear—not for himself, but for me. That was the kind of man he was. He would rather die than let me suffer.
But I couldn’t let him die.
I couldn’t.
“There’s no other way,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I hav
