Phoebe's POV
"What do you mean you're going to handle this?"
I stared at Reginald with growing suspicion, unable to read the thoughts behind his stoic expression. His silence sent waves of dread through me as I tried to decode what he was planning.
"You don't need to worry. You can leave now."
Something twisted in my gut. Mason must have sensed it too—that suffocating feeling that something terrible was about to unfold. Though I had no proof to back up my fears, the certainty settled deep in my bones. "You won't do anything bad to her, right? She's a good person."
"Leave, Mason." Reginald's voice turned sharp, cutting through the air with barely controlled impatience. "Leave before someone spots us and we end up with bigger problems."
We stood tucked away in the corner of the warriors' quarters—a spot hidden from casual view but awkward as hell if anyone actually looked our way. This wasn't exactly a normal meeting place, unless you were trying to hide something.
