Amy’s POV
Kael and I left the restaurant as fast as we could without drawing attention. The moment we stepped outside, the cold air felt sharp against my skin, like the night itself was warning me that something was about to go wrong. Kael unlocked the car and opened my door, his movements tense, controlled. He didn’t have to say it—he was on high alert, just like me.
I slid into the seat and buckled my belt immediately. My hands were shaking, so I placed them under my thighs to stop the trembling. Kael got in, started the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot.
Neither of us said a word at first. We were both replaying the same thing—the shady man in the suit, the stares, the drink, the chemical in the bathroom. Everything felt like it was stacking up into something dangerous.
Kael
