Phoebe's POV
The four of us settled onto the living room sofa, creating an unmistakable divide. Harold and I claimed the left side while Mateo and Elliana huddled together on the right, the tension practically crackling between us.
Harold crossed his arms and leaned back, his silence more menacing than any words could be. That piercing stare he fixed on our unexpected visitors was enough to make anyone squirm.
His intimidating aura filled the entire room.
Under Harold's relentless gaze, Mateo and Elliana couldn't even lift their heads, practically melting into the cushions behind them.
I elbowed Harold gently, shooting him a warning look to dial down the intimidation factor. Any more of this and Elliana would burst into tears.
Harold finally shifted his attention elsewhere.
I jumped at the chance to break the suffocating silence. "Mateo, care to explain why you two are lurking around my front door at the crack of dawn like a couple of stalkers?"
