Phoebe's POV
"There is no need to give me that look," Reginald said, settling himself onto the sofa where I'd been sleeping moments before. "I am not looking for trouble. I only want to let you know that you are a tremendous help for us during this time."
He winked at me.
Initially, I couldn't grasp what he meant, but then understanding crashed over me. It didn't require brilliance to piece this together, and the fact that I was only realizing it now proved how foolish and naive I truly was.
"Obsidian Claw pack is part of the Movement," I whispered breathlessly.
"Only now you figured it out?" Reginald arched his brows, amusement flickering in his gaze as he studied me. "Thank you for getting yourself involved in this. Kevin is right. You will agree."
His name made my stomach twist, but I'd endured enough recently that I wasn't shaking like before.
