Phoebe's POV
I stared at the empty page before me—as void as my thoughts. What could I possibly write?
I couldn't betray Mason. I couldn't risk my own destruction either. Still, I understood why I'd agreed to this deadly mission.
War destroyed lives—not just the soldiers bleeding out on battlefields, but the families left to grieve in their wake.
And for what? This nightmare existed solely because the Mad King couldn't control his bloodlust. He craved violence, started this war for his twisted pleasure.
Because of his madness, countless people like Mason suffered.
I grasped her desperation to end this insanity. Of course people opposed him, but they stayed silent—the Mad King's relationship with violence was legendary.
Cross him, and you died. Simple as that.
Perry probably expected resistance, but he hadn't realized how close his enemies lurked.
"Why do you have to wage war?" I scribbled the question and handed him the paper. His brows furrowed as he read.
