(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The sheets are tangled around my legs, and for once, I feel safe enough to drift. The kind of sleep that doesn't come easy when your life's a fucking balancing act between lies, lust, and danger.
Then my phone starts ringing.
I groan, half-conscious, and reach blindly toward the nightstand. I miss it completely so I just pull the pillow over my head instead. Whoever it is can wait.
The sound eventually stops, blessed silence sinking back into the room.
A beat later, it starts ringing again. I roll over, turning my back to it this time.
"Oh my God, go away," I mutter under my breath, my voice rough and groggy. The call ends again, and I sigh in relief, sinking deeper into the sheets.
Then it starts to ring again.
My eyes snap open.
"Fuck me," I groan, grabbing the phone this time. My eyelids feel heavy as I blink at the screen, the brightness stabbing through the darkness of my room.
Valentino Vipera.
The sight of his name makes my stomach dip, then twist.
