Amelia’s pov
My knees buckled the moment Klaus stormed out of the room. I didn’t even make it to the bed—I collapsed right there on the cold marble floor, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.
I could still feel his fury lingering in the air, thick like smoke after a fire. The way his eyes bore into me, the venom in his voice. it left an invisible bruise that wrapped around my chest and made it hard to breathe.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back. No. He doesn’t get my tears. Not tonight.
I wrapped my arms around myself, rocking slightly, as if trying to gather the shattered pieces of myself back together. The silence felt loud after the storm he brought, and all I wanted was to disappear, just vanish into the walls of this cursed palace and never be
