Perry’s POV
"What?" I wanted to rip soone’s throat out when I learned Timothy had dragged Phoebe off to so shopping center. Who the hell gave him permission to take her anywhere?
I tried choking down my rage, squeezing my eyes shut, but the fury radiating off was thick enough to cut. The poor warrior in front of was shaking like a leaf.
When I finally spoke again, I just told him to get lost. He bolted so fast you’d think his ass was on fire, desperate to escape my domineering presence.
But what could I really say? I wanted to beat Timothy senseless again, but I couldn’t. Technically, the bastard hadn’t done anything wrong. I never specifically told him not to take Phoebe anywhere.
I was the one who’d sent him to her so she’d open up more, so I’d know what really went down.
Timothy could claim this was part of his thod, and I couldn’t argue since my instructions weren’t crystal clear.
"Damn it." I stord to Phoebe’s bedroom.
They’d been gone for an hour, and according to that warrior, Timothy took Phoebe dress shopping.
I headed straight for the walk-in closet, and what I saw there hit like a punch to the gut. It was completely bare. Not a single piece of clothing hanging on those racks.
But I spotted a bag tucked in the corner. It looked pitiful, hiding there, and it reminded of Phoebe. That backpack was just like her.
Whenever I was around her, she seed to want to vanish into thin air. She didn’t want anyone to notice her, and that realization twisted sothing inside .
I glanced around the room and realized how badly I’d screwed up. I hadn’t been paying attention to her. I hadn’t even noticed she had no clothes, but Timothy did, and that pissed off royally.
I walked out and dropped onto the edge of the bed, waiting for Phoebe to co back. It felt like forever.
I closed my eyes, trying to leash my anger. I didn’t want to explode like last ti. I trusted my gamma not to pull anything shady, even if Phoebe tried sothing with him.
Hell.
Just thinking about Phoebe making a move on Timothy made my blood boil with pure rage.
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Phoebe’s POV
I was actually happy.
I never thought I’d feel this way again, but here I was, genuinely happy. This was incredible. I couldn’t rember the last ti I’d felt this light.
"You only say that because you can’t taste it," Timothy grumbled, clearly annoyed as hell with while I laughed at his frustrated expression.
"No. That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever put in my mouth," I insisted, mostly because I loved getting under the royal gamma’s skin. Teasing him felt liberating.
"Hell! You’re so damn annoying."
For the first ti ever, I felt comfortable when soone was irritated with , because I knew this was just playful banter.
The royal gamma really was gifted at making people feel at ease around him.
We were arguing about ice cream. I’d tried it, and I was absolutely sure I hated it.
When I was little, my father had bought one, but I couldn’t rember the taste or how I’d felt eating it.
But when Timothy bought one today, I knew I couldn’t stand it. The texture was awful in my mouth. It felt like eating cotton. There was no taste, obviously, but the way it lted... ugh.
I hated that texture. I’d never eat anything like that again, but Timothy was offended since ice cream was his favorite dessert. He took my opinion as a personal attack. Of course, it wasn’t that serious.
Timothy made a face. "I’m taking you to try pudding later."
Now it was my turn to grimace, because I’d eaten pudding plenty of tis back in the Obsidian Claw pack when there wasn’t anything else. I hated that texture too.
"No thanks."
We kept joking as we walked down the corridor, two warriors trailing behind us with armloads of clothes we’d bought today.
At first, I’d freaked out because Timothy wanted to buy so many clothes. This was more than I’d owned even when my father still cared about .
But Timothy said it wasn’t enough since we needed to fill my walk-in closet and stop making it look so pathetic with just my backpack.
I’d refused completely, but Timothy had tricked . He told Perry’s money would pay for it all, so this was the perfect way to get revenge.
The royal gamma knew exactly what to say to make it sound fun, which made reluctantly agree. Plus, Timothy had badmouthed Perry too.
Not insultingly, but more like he was venting his annoyance at the king for giving him so many assignnts.
I loved when Timothy did that, since I couldn’t do it openly. Of course, our complaints were totally different.
"Wait here," Timothy said suddenly, stopping dead in his tracks. He grabbed my hand before we could enter my bedroom.
"What’s wrong?" I was confused.
"Stay here, okay?" Timothy looked relaxed, even smiling slightly, but I sensed sothing was off.
"Why?" I looked horrified.
I couldn’t pick up Perry’s scent since I didn’t have shifter abilities, but Timothy could. And he knew the king was waiting for inside.
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Timothy didn’t want Perry eting Phoebe without an explanation from him first. More importantly, he had no idea what kind of mood Perry was in right now. The king could explode like last ti, and Timothy refused to let his progress with Phoebe spiral downward because of that.
After making sure Phoebe would stay outside the bedroom, he entered and found Perry sitting on the bed’s edge. He looked calm enough, but Timothy still needed to talk to him before letting Phoebe in.
"Where is she?" Perry asked. He glanced over Timothy’s shoulder, but Phoebe hadn’t followed him into the room. He knew she was nearby—he could sll her scent even before they’d reached the door.
"She’s right outside." Timothy sat down on the sofa across from Perry. "Look, if you can’t control your temper, it’d be better if you didn’t see her. I’ve worked my ass off to make her relax so she’ll open up a little, but if you keep pulling the sa crap, I’ll never reach her and get the truth out."
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