Phoebe's POV
The accusation in his voice hit me like a slap. My throat seized up, cutting off any words I might have said. This always happened when pressure mounted and anxiety took control. But the king couldn't understand that—he read my silence as confession, as if I truly wanted Kevin back. Fury blazed in his eyes, and I could feel his desire to destroy me.
The urge seemed to grow stronger as I remained mute.
"Scram!" His temper exploded, and I watched terror flood my own reflection in his dark gaze as I scrambled from the bed and bolted for the door.
Fear consumed me so completely that I couldn't even look back at him.
Once I escaped the bedroom and slammed the door shut, angry roars erupted from within. Glass shattered, furniture crashed—the sounds of his rage unleashed.
