Phoebe's POV
"It's my fault. I should've gotten here sooner," Harold murmured, pulling me against him, his hand moving in gentle circles across my back.
Once he'd checked that I wasn't injured, he asked softly, "Are you hurt?"
I shook my head. "No, I fought back. I even gave them a light kick to get them out of the car. All three tried cramming into the backseat with me at once. It was terrifying. I had no clue what they wanted..." I whimpered, playing up my distress.
The three kidnappers looked stunned. 'Light kick? Are you serious?' I could practically see them thinking in disbelief.
Harold's expression turned stormy, and I noticed Alan and Lucas behind him wore the same dark look. I was too naive to understand why three grown men would crowd into the backseat with me.
From the dark looks on their faces, I could tell they understood the kidnappers' intentions far better than I was letting on.
Harold didn't need to say a word.
