Perry's POV
If only I wasn't such an arrogant bastard, Phoebe would be carrying my child like Viola carried hers.
This mess was entirely my doing.
I alone bore the blame for this disaster, and I was the one who'd dragged my mate through hell.
It might not seem like a crisis now, but I knew damn well it would explode later. This was a bomb with a lit fuse, just waiting to detonate.
I studied Phoebe's sleeping face. She looked peaceful and stunning, but I had no idea how much longer I could preserve that tranquility. If only I could fix this... if only I knew how to repair what I'd shattered.
"I'm sorry, love." I bent down and claimed her lips. "I'll do anything for you, even if it makes you despise me. I'll do whatever's needed to protect your peace." I deepened the kiss. Even if it meant torching my entire kingdom, I'd do it without hesitation. I'd burn it all down for her.
