Amy
Amy’s hand lingered on the doorknob for a second longer than necessary. When she swung it open, Evan was there, standing under the dim hallway light, a calm that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Her jaw tightened immediately.
“Evan,” she said, her voice cool, measured. “It’s late. What are you doing here?”
He offered a small, almost sheepish smile, but his eyes roamed over her like he’d been waiting for this moment. “Amy… I, uh… I need your help.”
Kael, lounging on the sofa behind her, tilted his head lazily. “Help? At this hour?” His voice carried the casual dominance that always seemed to assert itself without effort. “Or are you just making a habit of dropping by to see my wife?”
Amy shot Kael a sharp glare, one hand pressing against her hip. Evan flinched slightly but didn’t back
