Krystal's Point Of View
By morning, the Christian Tower didn’t feel like a fortress. It felt like a trap. We moved through the halls like ghosts, quiet, purposeful, watching every mirrored surface, every flickering screen. Even the staff had begun whispering, sensing the tremor in the air. Something was coming and this time, we wouldn't get a warning knock.
I sat cross-legged on the floor of Colt’s study, blueprints spread around me like broken promises. Security layouts, old Phoenix encryption patterns, intercepted messages, and the photo from Donovan, taunting, personal, ancient. It felt like I was piecing together someone else’s life. Except it was mine.
“Tell me again why your father wore that ring,” I asked quietly, eyes on the photo.
Colt stood by the fireplace, his silhouette t
