Phoebe's POV
I was watching Snow, sleeping peacefully on her bed. She cried an hour ago, looking for her mommy but I couldn't do anything. I want to do something but I promised Kyra. I trust her that she can resolve this on her own. I know her. She's kind but she won't like it if I intervene even if I have a reason.
"Don't you think you should tell your brother about Miss Kyra?"
I looked at Luke when I saw him sitting on the couch when I was about to leave. As much as I want to stay here, I can't. My family will look for me. They might discover about Snow and I want Kyra to come back and personally tell us about Snow.
"I promised Kyra and I trust that she could end this mess her way."
"Doesn't matter if it takes her long before she comes back?"
I looked him in the eyes. "You're loyal to Kyra, right? Why won't you tell my brother yourself?"
He looked away and sipped on his coffee, his jaw tight with frustration. "I serve Miss Kyra, not your brother. I don't have the rights."
