Krystal’s POV
The rattle of cups and murmur of low talk were swallowed up by my thoughts. I gazed at Hans, with my wrist cuffed in his grasp.
"What do you mean by that?” I demanded, in a voice that was deadly cool.
Hans hesitated, and swallowed hard. His Adam apple was going up and down as though he wanted to force the words down his throat but he was unable to do it. Not this time.
"You have donated a kidney before.." he said more softly, as though decreasing the volume of his voice would make his request less outrageous.
"All I want to know is whether… there is any chance you would be willing to do it again.”
My jaws relaxed. I raised my eyebrows and wondered briefly whether I had misheard. Perhaps my brain had been messed up by the emotional stress of my past, so that it heard so
