Knox POV
I reach for it, my hand already half-extended, but before I can take it, Charlotte snatches it from his hand like a vulture ripping meat out of the air.
“The f**k are you doing?” I snap, the words coming out louder than I intended. My whole body is wired tight, rage and panic laced together in a noose around my throat. “Give me the damn phone.”
She doesn’t even blink. Just stands there, casually scrolling, as if none of this means anything to her.
“You don’t scare me,” she says, smirking. “Down, boy.”
I clench my fists. My jaw aches from how tight I’m holding it. Across the room, Ghost leans against the bathroom doorframe like this is the most entertainment he’s had all week. He’s grinning, f*****g enjoying this.
Charlotte flips the phone screen toward me. “See this?” she sa
