Phoebe's POV
Charlies caught my steady stare and I watched his scalp prickle with unease. He jerked his head away. "Stop looking at me like that. You're scaring me."
"What exactly are you scared of?" I asked.
"Have you ever felt bloodline suppression since you were little?" Charlies questioned.
I lifted an eyebrow, curious. "No, I'm usually the one doing the suppressing."
"See? That's exactly why you're just like Harold. That's what terrifies me about you!"
Charlies looked ready to break down. "You know what? I'm the youngest guy in the Bailey family. My family's loaded with money and influence. So what if I act a little bossy? So what if I stir up some trouble?"
I stayed silent, watching his dramatic display.
My gaze made Charlies squirm until he straightened up, trying to look serious again. "Look, from the moment I understood what it meant to use power against people, Harold's bloodline has been crushing me.
