Amy's pov
Amy’s breath came in sharp bursts as she held baby Zayn close to her chest. The room reeked of gunpowder, blood, and broken glass. Kael stood beside her, his shirt soaked red from the stab wound Queen had given him earlier. His eyes flicked between Lucien, who was now circling them like a predator, and Queen, who was slowly pulling herself off the floor, face bruised and eyes burning.
“Give me the baby,” Queen hissed, wiping blood from her lip. “You don’t deserve to keep him. He’s mine by right!”
Amy’s grip tightened on Zayn. “He’s my son. You touch him again, and I swear I’ll end you.”
Queen lunged. Amy ducked, rolling aside just in time as Queen’s knife sliced through the air where her face had been. The blade clattered against the wall, and Queen kicked Amy hard in the ri
