Phoebe's POV
"You are hurt again," Perry's voice carried a razor-sharp edge as he pressed his forehead against mine. "Do you want his head? Or should I skin him alive?"
My eyes flew open in shock, and I shook my head frantically. I wanted neither. Besides, the alpha who'd hurt me was already dead.
I lifted my head to meet the king's gaze and saw the cold determination burning in those electric blue eyes. His madness had returned. This wasn't just about avenging the insult to me—Perry actually enjoyed it.
He took pleasure in hurting people, and I couldn't let that happen, especially not for my sake. I refused to have someone's blood on my hands.
Shaking my head again, I tightened my grip on Perry's hand. I couldn't let go, terrified that if I loosened my hold, he'd storm back to the dining hall and finish what he'd started.
'Please,' I mouthed.
'Don't kill anyone.'
