Krystal’s POV
I couldn’t move. The message burned on my screen like a brand, each word tightening the grip around my chest.
Did you believe it was Hans? You haven’t seen nothing yet, Krystal. I have my eye on you.
I read it once. Twice. A third time. Hoping it would vanish, hoping I had imagined it. But the words didn’t fade. They clung to me, sharp and cold, reminding me that whatever I thought I’d won tonight was just another layer of the game.
“Krystal? You alright?” Colt’s voice broke through the static in my head.
I quickly locked the screen, shoving the phone back into my pocket as I forced a smile. “Yeah. Just Cassie. Probably checking in.”
His brows furrowed. He didn’t look convinced, but he let it go, tightening his grip on my hand as we walked toward his car.
The city was
