Amy’s POV
Lucien stood there smugly, surrounded by cameras, pretending to be the savior of the city. But the moment he accused me of hiding Kael, something inside me snapped into perfect, razor‑sharp clarity.
I raised my chin and walked straight toward him.
The entire crowd went silent. Reporters moved out of my path like I was a storm.
Lucien’s smirk twitched, just a little.
Good.
I stopped right in front of him, close enough for only the cameras to catch the tension crackling between us. He expected fear. Maybe panic. Maybe shame.
Instead, I smiled.
A cold, confident smile.
“Lucien,” I said loudly, my voice steady and cutting, “before you embarrass yourself further, let me remind you of the crimes you should be worrying about.”
Gasps rippled through the reporters. Lucien stiffe
