Phoebe's POV
I understood that Perry would cherish me regardless of anything else. He remained by my side even after discovering I couldn't provide him with an heir.
Shutting my eyes, I pulled my mate closer against me. I refused to release him. His devotion ran so deep it threatened to destroy him, and that was exactly what I feared most. I couldn't bear watching him sacrifice himself for me.
We hadn't discussed this yet, and Perry never brought it up, but I was certain he'd discovered the truth about my inability to conceive, including the miscarriage I'd suffered.
Marcela must have informed him...
Still, I was too terrified to address it. I was a coward, plain and simple.
"Phoebe?" I felt Perry tense beside me as he gently lifted my head to see tears streaming down my face. "What's wrong? What happened? Why the tears? Did I mess up somehow?"
