CRYSTAL POV
Was he here to mock me too?
To add his own comment to everything that had already happened?
I didn't stop.
Not until a hand reached out, gently but firmly catching my wrist.
I froze.
My breath hitched slightly as I turned, my eyes landing on him.
Donald.
Up close, he looked exactly the same as I remembered from the library, calm, composed, that same unreadable expression sitting on his face like he was always two steps ahead of whatever was happening around him.
But there was something different this time.
He wasn't smiling.
"Let go," I said quickly, my voice low but tense, my eyes moving briefly to his hand on my wrist before returning to his face.
He didn't tighten his grip, but he didn't let go immediately either.
"Relax," he said, wi
