Phoebe's POV
When I woke up, it was already early the next morning. Whatever had been holding me tightly was long gone. Harold was already up.
After a quick wash and change into a casual sweatshirt set, I tied my hair up in a high ponytail and walked out of the bedroom.
At the top of the stairs, I found lan staring at Noah and Dion, who were looking back at him with wide eyes. They all turned to look at me when they heard my footsteps.
lan was the first to speak. "Phoebe, you're up! Want to go out and have some fun today?"
My phone started buzzing nonstop the moment I turned it on. As I scrolled through the messages, my eyes landed on one from Ajax.
It was a set of unfamiliar coordinates for Jonah's hideout, not far from our estate.
I looked up from my phone and caught excitement in lan's eyes. I smiled knowingly, but didn't let it show on my face. Instead, I turned to Noah and Dion and asked, "Where's Harold?"
