Perry's POV
"What?" I wanted to rip someone's throat out when I learned Timothy had dragged Phoebe off to some 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 me was thick enough to cut. The poor warrior in front of me 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 method, and I couldn't argue since my instructions weren't crystal clear.
"Damn it." I stormed to Phoebe's bedroom.
