Phoebe's POV
Terror gripped me when I learned Perry planned to lead the war against the Valerium and Reginald. He was taking this personally—that made it deadly dangerous.
[It can be a trap.] I trailed behind Perry, clutching my notes, shoving them in front of his face until he had no choice but to read my scrawled words.
Frustration boiled over inside me. I was so desperate I tried to force actual sounds from my throat, anything to make him stop dismissing my warnings.
"If that's a trap, so be it," Perry said with a shrug that made my blood run cold. His casual tone suggested he genuinely didn't care. What could they do to him anyway, even if it was a trap?
He commanded superior numbers and knew every inch of this terrain. This was his kingdom, after all.
But his indifference only fueled my panic.
I kicked his leg hard enough to make him wince, needing him to see how deadly serious this was. Perry couldn't treat this like some minor skirmish!
