Perry's POV
"DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TRUST YOU?!"
Timothy struggled to find his words, clearly wrestling with something he wasn't sure about. He didn't want to phrase things wrong.
"Say it. What is it?" I narrowed my eyes dangerously. Timothy was acting strange, and that made me think the worst.
"Phoebe seems to know about the poison, and she covered it up for her." Timothy raised both hands, silently begging me to hold back and not explode, but I stared him down. "I could be wrong, but Phoebe tried to stop the warrior when they found the poison in her bedroom. She tried to grab it from him."
I pressed my lips together. This could mean so many things, and drawing conclusions now wouldn't be smart. Still, it didn't paint a pretty picture.
"Where are they?" My voice dropped several degrees. Timothy must have felt the murderous intent radiating from me.
"I'll call them here. I had them stay in the omega's quarters. Phoebe didn't want to leave Mason."
