Phoebe’s POV
I slamd my fist against my chest, fighting to breathe steadily.
Whether this crushing sensation ca from sprinting out of the dining room as fast as I could manage, or from the horrible feeling squeezing my ribs, I couldn’t tell. The mont Perry’s fingers closed around my throat, I was thrust back to those tis when Kevin would choke as he reached his peak—sothing he always did to .
Sotis Kevin maintained control, rely placing his fingers there, but other tis he’d lose himself completely, and I’d black out with him still inside .
So whenever anyone touched my neck, I’d break out in a cold sweat. I couldn’t stop it when those mories crashed to the surface of my mind.
It’s fine, it’s fine...
I whispered to myself as my body collapsed behind the door. I was still gripping my chest, touching my neck, because sohow I felt like Kevin was still choking .
Sotis your mind becos your greatest enemy.
I rested my head against the door. My stomach remained empty since I’d barely eaten, but I had no appetite whatsoever. Fear filled up instead.
When I finally cald down slightly, I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and exhaustion hit with full force, leaving too weak to make it to the bed as I drifted off right there.
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Perry’s POV
"What now?" Flynn shook his head and winced at the grueso scene before us.
Blood splattered the interrogation room walls in the dungeon, while three corpses lay sprawled across the floor, crimson pools spreading beneath them, gaping wounds covering their bodies.
Obviously, those n hadn’t died easily at my hands.
"Perry, you need to dial it back a little. This isn’t working. We need them alive to get information," Flynn refused to step into the bloody room, worried about ruining his expensive shoes.
"Finished." I stretched my body and sighed with satisfaction, as if I’d completed hard labor and could finally relax.
"What do you an finished?" Flynn’s brows knitted together. "Do you know who the Valerium Kingdom’s spy is?"
"Yes." My eyes glead with deadly intent. "I think the dungeon’s about to get crowded again."
Whenever I was in a foul mood, I’d co here to kill one or two prisoners awaiting execution, doing the job myself.
Luckily, we never ran short of death row inmates to satisfy my bloodlust temporarily.
"You got a na?" Flynn followed out of the blood-soaked room as two warriors entered, paling at the sight but pushing through to clean up my ss.
"Nas." I wiped the blood on my pants while Flynn stayed a step behind, not wanting to stain his clothes.
Those bastards had over a dozen people embedded in our ranks. Those spies..." I scoffed.
"How did you get those nas? We tortured them, but they wouldn’t talk." Flynn had worked hard to extract information from them but got nothing. They refused to give nas—hell, they refused to speak at all.
"That’s because you don’t know how to torture properly."
Flynn grimaced at that. "You sound way too pleased with yourself. That’s nothing to be proud of."
"I’m living up to my reputation, aren’t I?"
The Mad King.
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Phoebe’s POV
I woke with a pounding headache. I was curled up on the floor, which had grown ice-cold now that night had fallen, and when I touched my face, I felt tears on my cheeks. I must have cried in my sleep.
"My lady? Are you in there?"
Persistent knocking at the door jolted awake. I sat up imdiately, feeling disoriented in the darkness.
The shadows surrounded , but I pushed down my fear and forced myself to stand.
When I opened the door, Mason’s face appeared before . The young oga held a tray loaded with food.
"Why is it so dark in here? Did you fall asleep early?"
I couldn’t find my voice, so I just nodded.
I stepped aside to let her in. "Please turn on the lights."
Mason did as I asked, flooding the room with brightness. She set the food on the table, then stepped back.
Once light filled the room, I felt like I could breathe again. I thanked Mason before she left, and then I was alone again in my massive room.
Slowly, I moved toward the food and switched on the television so the silence wouldn’t be so oppressive. I ate the al, though it tasted like nothing on my tongue. I ate it anyway.
I flipped through channels and found a cartoon I’d loved as a child, which lifted my spirits. I didn’t realize I was laughing the way I used to when I was little.
But my bubble of happiness burst when soone knocked on the door, and my shoulders went rigid again.
The laughter died on my lips as I stood and walked cautiously toward the door. It creaked open, revealing the young blonde man from this afternoon.
"Yes?" I only cracked the door slightly, while the man stood before with a warm smile.
"I haven’t properly introduced myself from this afternoon. I’m Timothy, the royal gamma," he said, waving a plastic bag. "May I co in?"
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