Phoebe's POV
"I... didn't do anything..." The words tumbled out broken and shaky. I had to pull myself together—this stuttering only made me look guilty. But how could I stay calm when Perry towered over me with that murderous glare?
His fury was written across every line of his face. The more I stumbled over my words, the more unreliable I sounded. Still, I had to make him understand.
"We talked... we just talked... he was being friendly with me."
"Friendly?" Perry let out a harsh laugh, prowling toward me before dropping onto the exact spot where Timothy had been sitting moments before. "He was being friendly, or were you trying to seduce him?"
That did it. That was the final straw.
No matter what I said, he'd never believe me—just like all the others. They'd pin the blame on me. Make it my fault.
