Phoebe's POV
The three of them looked absolutely livid as Harold and I stood there, clearly unimpressed by their earlier theatrics. Katie's parents steadied her on both sides, her face drained of color, shooting me a look that could kill.
I could tell she was remembering the cold press of my gun against her skull. Despite the rage burning in her eyes, she didn't dare mouth off. Instead, she settled for glaring daggers at me.
Without bothering to meet her stare, I delivered a casual warning. "Keep your head down if you're smart. Might help you avoid catching a bullet next time."
Katie's jaw dropped. Her desperate gaze found Mitchell, who seemed suddenly fascinated by his coffee cup, then the ground, then the sky—anywhere but the mess his family had become.
"Grandpa!" Katie's voice cracked with desperation. "She just threatened us! Are you going to let her get away with this?"
