Krystal’s POV
The sirens were ringing in the night air and Hans, along with the rest of men, was hauled away handcuffed. And his face, bruised and bloodstained as it was, smiled the sort of smile still possessed of an ace up the sleeve. His enigmatic smile stuck to me like the shade I could not get rid of.
I was there, ragged breathing, the burden of it all had had to come down to my shoulders. My fingers were shaking and they were still fresh with the struggles. There was a pungent smell of gunpowder. I was liberated, why was it like I was drifting in some empty yard?
Cassie was holding on to me and now her snivels had turned into hiccups. I embraced her with my arms and felt a pool of strength just in the mere knowing she was alive. I almost lost her.
"Oh, it is, isn it?" she said, a
