Amy’s POV
The moment Kael’s car roars to life outside, a storm brews inside my chest. My fists clench as I rush to the window, peeking through the curtains. His black SUV pulls out of the driveway in a smooth, practiced motion—too smooth, too calculated. My jaw tightens.
Where the hell is he going at this hour? And who the hell is Ivyson?
The name echoes in my skull like a bell I can’t unring.
I grab my jacket and storm outside, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement as I head to my own car. Logic screams at me to stop. This isn’t my business, I remind myself. It’s just a deal. We agreed—no feelings, no strings, just... physical need.
And yet here I am, sliding behind the wheel, heart pounding so violently I can feel it in my throat. My fingers wrap around the steering wheel,
