Against his better judgment, Timothy headed toward the dungeon. He needed to question Phoebe privately about what really went down.
Something felt off. Too many pieces didn't fit, and he doubted Phoebe actually wanted Perry dead.
If she'd truly wanted him gone, she would've finished the job. She'd had plenty of opportunities.
Yet Phoebe had confessed to slipping Perry that slow-acting poison. Timothy burned with curiosity about the real story, hoping he could get her to talk.
But when he reached the dungeon, Cameron's panicked voice hit him first—calling Phoebe's name again and again.
"What's happening?" Timothy rushed to the cell, watching Cameron desperately try to bend the iron bars.
"Check on her! Something's seriously wrong!" Cameron jabbed his finger toward Phoebe's motionless form.
Alarm shot through Timothy. He bolted outside, grabbed a warrior to unlock the cell, and the moment it swung open, he was at Phoebe's side.
