Phoebe's POV
We reached the library quickly, all four of us moving as a group. Harold guided me toward the lounge, his protective instincts kicking in again. "You barely got any rest at lunch. Maybe you should try sleeping now?" he suggested.
I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm perfectly fine, Harold."
God, he's treating me like I'm fragile crystal or something.
His hand moved to tousle my hair gently, but he backed down when he saw my expression. "Okay. Find something to keep yourself busy then. We won't hear back from Uncle Hans for a while anyway."
She's so sweet and innocent. Who the hell would want to hurt her? I caught the protective fire in his eyes as he thought.
He even grabbed a charging cable and plugged my phone in without me asking.
That caught me off guard. I hadn't expected him to notice something as small as my dying battery.
So I settled onto the bed, letting my phone charge while I scrolled through it.
