Phoebe's POV
When I stepped into the dining hall, my eyes immediately found my father. The shock hit me first, then terror flooded through me before transforming into pure fury.
My body shook, but not from fear—from rage. Though I remembered how Perry had once made me tremble for entirely different reasons.
"Phoebe..." Cameron rose from his seat, speaking my name with false warmth, as though he truly missed his daughter. "I am glad to see you again."
He strode toward me with determined steps while I stumbled backward, every instinct screaming at me to flee.
But he moved faster, and in an instant, his arms trapped me in an embrace, holding me tight as he pressed his face against my shoulder.
"I really missed you." Those words were meant for Perry to hear, but then came the whispered threat that chilled my blood. "Behave."
I despised how his commands still controlled me. My muscles locked up, leaving me powerless to push him away.
