Amy’s POV
The wind roared across the docks as Kael and I hurried to his car. The sky hung low, gray, and heavy, matching the weight pressing on my chest. His fingers brushed mine briefly as he opened the door for me, but the gesture carried no warmth—just urgency.
“Where are we going?” I asked as soon as he started the engine.
“To stop this before it reaches the palace,” he said, his jaw clenched tight. “They’re expecting me to bring the files tonight. But I won’t let them get what they want.”
“What do they want exactly?”
He hesitated, his knuckles tightening around the wheel. “Control. Over the council. Over the crown. Over me.”
I frowned. “You’re saying this is political?”
“It’s more than that,” Kael said grimly. “It’s personal.”
He wouldn’t say another word after that. The silen
