Phoebe's POV
Harold caught me off guard, pulling me against his chest and messing up my hair with rough fingers. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
I wriggled free from his hold and smoothed down my hair. "Absolutely. You gonna bite?"
"Like I have any other option," he muttered.
While we were going back and forth outside, lan and his crew had already stormed the villa.
After a brief wait, lan's voice crackled through my phone. "Phoebe, we got them. Both Jonah and Coleman are secured."
"Perfect. We're coming in," I said, ending the call.
I grabbed Harold's arm, practically dragging him toward the villa. "They caught Jonah. Ready for some answers?"
Harold matched my pace, though his eyebrow twitched when I mentioned interrogation. "Babe, we still need Jonah breathing. Try not to get too carried away."
He knew exactly how much I despised Jonah. Part of him probably worried I'd lose it and finish them both on the spot.
