Amy Stone (Mrs Woods)
My chest burns as smoke fills my lungs. I cough and gasp, clinging to Kael’s shirt as he charges through the wreckage. His grip on me is unbreakable, his body like a shield against falling debris.
“Hold on to me, Amy,” he says, his voice rough but steady.
I nod, burying my face in his neck as the sound of panicked guests and crackling flames fills the air. My ears still ring from the explosions, but I focus on his heartbeat.
He pushes past a group of crying women and shoves open the large double doors with his shoulder. The cool night air rushes over me and I take a deep, shaky breath.
Outside, guests scatter across the lawn. Some are screaming, others are on their knees, crying or calling loved ones.
Kael doesn’t stop moving until we reach a safe distance. He s
