Krystal’s POV
Next day made itself felt like a rolling storm. All the sounds inside the house were louder. Each footstep behind me put a cold crawl on my skin. I paced the corridors as a shade; I was waiting, I tallied off the minutes, I tallied off the heartbeats.
Would Judith send such message to Colt? Or had she been trying to spring a trap on me?
I did not know. Now there was no way to go back. I had found out which side I was on. I had hurled the spark.
It was night, when at last the shutters were lowered against the black curtain. Then Judith came to my door.
"It is finished," she said in a little voice, with an excitement in it, and yet with a certain tone of danger. "Colt got it. He is to be with the docks.”
I blinked. “He responded?”
"He answers that he is on his way. With
