Amy’s POV
The car ride back is quiet — painfully quiet. The kind of silence that hums between two people who both know something’s wrong but are too proud to speak first. I keep my gaze out the window, the city lights fading into shadows. My fingers tighten around my cup of half-finished coffee as I replay everything that just happened.
Kael sits beside me, his hand resting on his thigh, the muscles in his jaw twitching. He hasn’t said a word since I walked out of that coffee shop. Cassandra, on the other hand, looks smug in the back seat, her leg propped up like some royal injury.
Every few seconds, I can feel her eyes boring holes into the back of my head.
“Robin, take us home,” Kael finally says, his voice low and clipped.
“Yes, sir,” the driver replies.
The car moves forward, and
