Phoebe's POV
The silence stretched between us after the call ended.
My mind was heavy with Hans's promise. He'd sworn that if I didn't want those people breathing free air, the best fate they could hope for was rotting behind bars forever.
The meaning hit deep. Prison stripped away all outside power - turned predators into prey. No one would hear their screams. No one would grant them the mercy of death.
With Harold and Hans's reach, keeping those bastards locked up would be effortless.
Warmth spread through my chest. Hans made that vow purely for Harold's sake, proving he truly saw me as family. Being accepted like this felt incredible.
The guys stayed quiet for different reasons. I could practically see the gears turning as they processed how obviously Hans favored me.
Finally, Lucas broke the silence with a wounded voice. "Harold, exactly how much does Hans hate us?"
