Back at the palace that night.
Amy’s POV
I stormed into our bedroom, slamming the door behind me. Kael was already there, pacing, his expression tense. Zayn’s baby monitor was silent for once, the palace finally quiet. I didn’t wait for him to speak.
“Kael, I’m done running,” I said, dropping my bag onto the chair. My hands were shaking, my chest tight from adrenaline. “No more games. No more threats. We’ve fought everything and everyone, and now it stops here.”
He stopped pacing and turned to me, eyes hard but soft at the same time. “Amy, I swear, I’ll never let anything hurt us again. You know that.”
I took a deep breath, walking toward him, closing the distance. “I know. And I trust you. But it’s time we breathe for ourselves. For Zayn. For us.”
He nodded, relief flashing across h
