Krystal’s Point Of View
The knock that we heard hadn’t been a warning, it was a trap. Colt had barely taken a step to the porch when I heard the click. It was too soft for him to notice, but my ears had caught it. It was a pressure plate.
“Colt, don’t—” I shouted, but it was too late. The explosion wasn’t loud, it was sharp, controlled, like a punch to the chest. The porch beneath him shattered, splinters of wood flying around while Colt was smacked down, a groan tearing from his throat as he hit the dirt hard.
“Colt!” I screamed as i bolted toward him, but before I could reach the door, it slammed before me with brutal force. Something struck the back of my head a jolt of white-hot pain before I was consumed by darkness.
My eyes fluttered open the air buzzed with energy, low, metalli
