Perry's POV
The instant Phoebe's door closed, my carefully maintained facade crumbled.
Timothy fell into step beside me as we headed toward the secure building where Ashford's former leadership was being interrogated. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by intelligence reports that had been flooding in since we'd arrived.
"Talk to me," I said, knowing Timothy's expression meant the news was worse than expected.
"Three separate assassination attempts planned for the next week," Timothy began without preamble. "We intercepted communications between loyalist cells that apparently run deeper than we initially thought. They're not just angry—they're organized."
My jaw tightened. Bringing Phoebe here had been a calculated risk, but every hour made it feel more like a potentially fatal mistake.
