Perry's POV
I still remembered why Phoebe had stopped poisoning me. Those bottles she'd kept—every single one remained untouched.
That was the only evidence backing up her claim, and I believed it completely.
Now that everything had settled, I recalled my words in the throne room. I needed to be certain of my intentions.
"Is it true?" I asked again, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "I know you can't accept me yet, but I'm willing to spend my entire life earning back your trust."
I spoke those words like a sacred vow.
After all, we'd be spending forever together, and I'd make damn sure of that.
"I'll trust you even with a blade pressed to my throat."
Her frown deepened. What kind of man made promises like that? She probably thought I was insane, though coming from me, insanity might sound like praise.
