A few weeks of chaos and torment later
Amy’s POV
The night felt heavier than usual, thick with a tension that had been building for months. Kael and I had reached our limit. Chad’s threats. Melissa’s games. Lucien’s shadows. Every attack, every warning, every near-death experience had pushed us to the edge. Tonight, it ended.
Kael stood in front of the wide windows of our private suite, dressed in black, his expression cut from stone. The lights of the city reflected across his face, sharpening the anger in his eyes. I walked toward him, the sound of my heels soft but confident.
He turned when he heard me.
His eyes swept over me slowly. “Amy.”
I wore fitted black leather from neck to ankle, my hair pulled up high, no jewelry, no perfume. Just me. Focused. Steady. Done with being hun
