Amy’s POV
Evan stood near the entrance of the palace, holding a small box of herbal tea and a plastic bag with baby formula. He looked too comfortable, too calm for someone who should not have been here at all. I walked down the stairs slowly, my heartbeat heavy in my chest as memories of what I witnessed at Lucien’s hidden place replayed like a curse.
“Amy,” Evan said softly, smiling as if nothing had happened. “I brought something for you and Zayn. Thought you’d be tired after everything today—”
“Stop talking,” I cut in sharply. “Put that down. And step away from my door.”
His expression faltered, confusion crossing his features. “What’s wrong? Did something happen with Kael again? I can help. I’m on your side.”
That line made my blood boil. I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to
