Perry's POV
"I want to slaughter every last one of them." I shut my eyes tight, forcing myself to concentrate on my mate to dial back the murderous rage coursing through me. Without this anchor, I knew I'd lose all restraint and go on a killing spree.
They'd remember exactly why people called me the Mad King. Clearly, I'd been too lenient with these traitors, letting them believe they could scheme behind my back without consequences.
The more I dwelled on their betrayal, the hotter my fury burned, and my entire frame began to shake with barely contained violence. Phoebe's arms tightened around me in response.
She had no clue what had happened, but she could sense the dangerous storm brewing inside me, and that spelled trouble for everyone.
Her gentle hands traced patterns across my back while she pressed soft kisses to the top of my head.
She was terrified I'd do something catastrophic in my current state of rage. Knowing me as she did, she had every right to worry.
