Amy Stone – Mrs. Woods
The knock at the door is sharp, loud, almost impatient.
Kael’s head snaps up from the counter where he’s plating food, his entire body going still.
“Stay here,” he says, his voice clipped, dangerous.
My stomach twists. “Kael, who would—”
Another knock, harder this time.
Kael strides to the door, yanking it open with a single motion. My breath catches in my throat when I see him.
Stupid Chad.
He’s dressed in his usual smug arrogance—tailored suit, silk tie, perfectly styled hair. But there’s something different tonight. His eyes gleam with false concern, and his lips curl into a mockery of a sympathetic smile.
“Amy. Dad." His voice drips with fake warmth. “I heard about the… unfortunate incident at the wedding. Explosives, was it? I rushed over the moment I g
