Harold's POV
I finally caught on that Phoebe was messing with me on purpose, trying to get under my skin.
But what was I supposed to do about it?
Truth was, I had a serious weakness for her rebellious streak.
So I wrapped my arms around Phoebe, pulling her against me as I let out a low laugh. "Fine, I won't get in your way, alright? Kill whoever you want, however you want to do it. You handle the dirty work, and I'll watch your back. Deal?"
Phoebe's face lit up with a wicked smile. "Deal. And since you said it yourself, don't go mobilizing half the city to track me down and stop me next time."
She was referring to when she and Johnson had snatched Katie and Jeremy.
"Yeah, you've got my word," I said with a lazy grin, my tension finally easing. "I'll do whatever you tell me to."
