Amy’s POV
Amy’s footsteps echoed faintly across the palace corridor as she made her way back from the gym. The weight of what had just happened pressed on her chest like a vice. Evan’s lips had brushed hers—just for a second—but that second replayed in her mind over and over again.
She had gone there to breathe, to think, to escape Kael’s silence. Instead, she’d almost made a mistake she couldn’t take back.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the door to their suite. The palace was quiet, the halls bathed in silver light from the chandeliers. Every sound felt too loud against the silence—her heartbeat, the faint squeak of her shoes, the whisper of her breath.
Kael’s car was in the driveway. He was home.
Amy took a shaky breath and stepped inside their room. The lights were off, on
