Amy's pov
Kael held Amy close, blood still seeping through the cloth she had tied around his shoulder. His voice was low, strained.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was only trying to protect you,” he said. “There were things happening… things I couldn’t explain. I had no choice.”
Amy pressed her forehead to his chest. “It’s okay. I trusted that deep down you’d never leave me.”
They stayed like that for a moment, clinging to each other, until a sudden movement snapped everything into chaos.
Quinn lunged forward, knife in hand. Amy barely had time to gasp. Kael pushed her back instinctively, taking the blade across the same shoulder that had been shot weeks ago. He grunted, pain flashing across his face.
“Kael!” Amy cried, clutching him. Blood welled through the fabric.
Quinn
