Amy’s POV
The night air pressed cool against Amy’s skin as she and Cassandra stepped out of the restaurant. Streetlights shimmered on the wet pavement, the city quiet and alive in soft gold.
Cassandra turned to her with a small, reassuring smile. “Don’t worry too much, Amy. Give it the benefit of doubt. I know Kael would never disappoint you, not in a million years.”
Amy managed a faint smile, though her chest felt tight.
Cassandra reached out and hugged her. “And once again, thank you—for the protection you’ve been offering me lately. I feel safer now. Truly.”
Amy pulled back slightly, her voice gentle. “Anything for you, Cass. You’ve proven that people can change, no matter their past. You’re not defined by your mistakes.”
Cassandra’s eyes glimmered as she nodded. “Goodnight, Amy.”
