Timothy couldn't figure out why Adam was dragging him along. When he pressed the young warrior for answers, he kept giving him the same irritating response.
"This is the queen's order," he repeated.
"Yeah, I get that - you've said it many times already. But what exactly did she tell you to do?" Timothy's mood had been trash since yesterday. He'd screwed up his duties, and Perry looked ready to rip his throat out at any moment.
The king was furious with how he'd performed. Sure, he'd made a few errors - simple ones, really - but that's exactly why Perry was so pissed. The mistakes were so basic that his failure to get them right only made things worse.
"Just follow me," Adam said. He seemed unsure what else to say, probably because Phoebe hadn't given him detailed instructions about what he could or couldn't tell the royal gamma.
"I'm not going anywhere," Timothy said stubbornly, planting his feet. Adam immediately grabbed his arm and yanked him forward.
