Krystal's POV
The elevator ride up to Alex’s penthouse was the longest minute of my life, and as the doors slid open to reveal a living room filled with white marble and floor-to-ceiling glass, I felt like I was walking into a beautiful prison cell.
I stood in the middle of the foyer with my bag clutched against my side, and I could feel the weight of that five thousand dollars in cash pulling on my shoulder like a heavy stone.
I knew I had to get that money to Mrs. Gable so she could take Lysander to the private clinic in the morning, but Alex had taken my phone again and he was currently standing by the sprawling kitchen island, pouring himself a drink while he watched me with eyes that looked dark and dangerous.
"You can put your bag down, Krystal, because you aren't going anywher
