Kael Woods
The house is quiet except for the faint ticking of the clock and the soft hum of the heater. I sit in the living room, staring into the fire, but my thoughts are miles away—at the Palace, at the look on Amy’s face when she collapsed in my arms, blood trickling down her lips, her body trembling from pain she didn’t deserve.
Amy is upstairs now, resting under Helena’s care. She’s breathing, that’s all that matters—for now.
Jonah steps in silently and lowers his head. “Sir, Cassandra’s insisting on seeing you. Says she’s hurt too.”
I exhale slightly through my nose. “Tell her to wait. I’m doing something right now.”
Jonah nods and leaves, but moments later, the sound of tiny feet echoes through the hallway anyway. Cassandra always has a way of making herself seen, even when no
