Amy’s POV
Amy’s breath caught as she watched from behind the crates, the cold night wind biting against her cheeks. Kael stood a few meters away under the flickering warehouse light, his tall frame tense as he spoke to Queen.
Then it happened, so fast, he handed her something. A small object, wrapped, discreet. Queen slipped it into her coat pocket like it was something precious. Amy’s pulse quickened, her stomach twisting into a knot so tight it almost hurt.
What the hell is he doing?
Her throat felt dry. The man who had just held her in bed hours ago was now secretly meeting his ex-wife under the cover of darkness.
She didn’t wait to see more. Turning abruptly, she hurried back to her car before her emotions exploded. The drive back to the palace was a blur of headlights and fury. H
