As soon as this realization hit him, Martin Riley couldn't help but frown. He looked at his hand with a cold expression, a flicker of an unreadable emotion passing through his eyes.
The person on the bed shifted, turning over and continuing to sleep. Martin straightened up, casting a deep look at Crystal Foster lying on the bed, before quietly leaving the room. The door closed with a soft "click," and silence returned to the room.
Lying on the bed, Crystal slowly opened her eyes, clear and bright, without a hint of sleepiness. She sat up slowly, surrounded by darkness, with only a faint glow of moonlight.
After a long while, the silence in the room was broken by a gentle sigh. Crystal stared into the night, her mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions. Martin's recent actions had shocked her, but more than anything, she felt lost.
