"This situation is terrible," Timothy responded to Flynn's inquiry.
"How's Perry doing?"
The royal beta's forehead creased with worry. "If you're planning to share bad news with Perry at this moment, I'd strongly advise against it." Flynn shook his head firmly. "Now isn't the time."
Right on cue, another crash echoed from Phoebe's bedroom.
"I assumed there wasn't anything left for him to demolish," Timothy winced.
"He's already punched through to the adjacent room, and now he's tearing apart his own quarters."
"Good lord!" Timothy rubbed his chest anxiously. He doubted he could confront Perry during this peak of rage, particularly with this news. He couldn't predict how the king would respond.
"So what did you discover during your visit to her cell?" Flynn asked with bitter sarcasm. If the choice were his, he'd want that woman executed. A death sentence would be fitting. Unfortunately, the decision wasn't his to make.
