Krystal’s POV
I darted toward the elevator before Colt could reach me.
“Krystal, wait!”
I was already pressing the button of call over and over again hoping it would speed up the elevator. At last the doors opened, and in I walked. Colt went in close behind me, picking up a black coat out of the rack without even a pair of shoes on his feet. On the way down we did not talk. Only the chilly clanking of the elevator, the pain in my chest, and the sight of the beaten face of Cecilia.
As the doors glided open I made a run. The security guards were at a standstill, not yet knowing how to stop her and how to save her. She stood in the golden light of the lobby like a ghost, matted hair, blood and crusty collar and eyes sunken and wild.
“Cecilia!” I came pushing along.
She stared at me, and
