CHAPTER 13

CRYSTAL

As our training wrapped up, we all gathered around the bulletin board to check out the patrol schedule. The new guy, Marcel, Niklaus's right-hand man, wasted no time throwing us into the action.

When some girl recruits started to whisper and giggle after their lustful eyes caught Marcel under the sunlight. I too decided to let my eyes wander.

Tbh Marcel's a real sight to behold, I tell ya. He's got that South African vibe written all over him, with features that'll make you do a double-take. Picture this: he's built like a tank, all muscle, and no nonsense. And those facial features? They scream strength and resilience, with a jawline you could cut glass on and cheekbones that could rival Mount Kilimanjaro.

His skin's got this warm bronze tone, like he's been soaking up the African sun his whole life – which, knowing Marcel, wouldn't surprise me one bit. And his eyes, man, they're like two deep pools of dark brown that seem to see right through you. There's a spark in 'em, th