Chapter 90

The night air hung heavy with the scent of impending rain, a faint rumble of thunder echoing in the distance. Amelia stood near the gates of the palace, her eyes fixed on the sprawling darkness beyond the grounds. The tension in her shoulders was palpable, a mix of frustration, defiance, and a secret yearning for Lucius to come after her. Emma glanced back at the towering palace gates, a frown etched across her face. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Her concern was evident, her gaze shifting between Amelia and the looming shadows outside. "Of course, it is," Samantha chimed in, her voice carrying a hint of mischievous excitement. "I'm tired of being stuffed up with all those sentinels and maids. Let's go and unwind with some music and a little modernization." She let out an awkward laugh. "I'm not saying you people are cave people." Cassandra rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Nice comeback, but you're right. I need something exciting. Claire even agreed to it, which