Amy's pov
Kael held Zayn tightly against his chest, blood still seeping from his shoulder. Amy pressed close, her hands never leaving the baby.
“Bring him back,” Amy said, voice steady despite the panic rising in her chest.
Queen smirked, her grip on Zayn unrelenting. “And what are you going to do? Everything you love is in my hands. Your husband, your baby… all of it.”
Kael’s jaw tightened, his bloodied hand brushing against Amy’s. “Queen! I did everything you asked! I left her! I followed all your orders! And now you’re hurting my son?!”
Her face twisted with rage. “I don’t care what you did. You belong to me. And now she suffers because of you.”
Amy’s eyes narrowed. “He’s mine. You don’t touch him.”
The baby cried louder as Queen shook him slightly. Amy lunged forward, yanking Z
