(KRYSTAL'S POV)
My blood turns cold.
Suddenly all I can hear is the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.
Raffaele and Angelo are frozen in front of me with their eyes wide, just as horrified as I am.
For a terrifying moment, the three of us just stare at each other in complete, stomach-dropping panic.
Maybe if I just pretend as if I'm not here, she'll go away.
But then the door handle turns.
Francesca knocks again, harder this time.
"Krystal I know you're in there and you can hear me," she says. "Open this door."
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Oh my fucking God!!!
I bolt upright on the bed so fast that the room spins.
"Shit," Angelo hisses.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I whisper, scrambling backward on the bed and grabbing the first thing my hands touch—which turns out to be absolutely nothing useful.
Raffaele nearly trips over his own feet as he bends down to snatch his trousers from the floor.
