Amy’s POV
The restaurant was warm and low-lit, the kind of place Kael knew I liked, quiet enough for us to talk without cameras flashing in our faces. We sat in a private corner, plates half-finished because we were more focused on each other than the food. Kael leaned back in his chair, watching me with that look that always made my stomach flip.
“You look amazing tonight,” he said.
I rolled my eyes lightly. “You’ve said that three times already.”
“And I’ll say it again.” He reached for my hand across the table, his thumb brushing my skin. “I missed being out like this with you.”
I felt a soft smile pull at my lips. “Me too.”
Our conversation flowed easily. We talked about Zayn, about Cassandra’s wedding, about the palace renovations Kael stubbornly insisted on doing himself. For th
