Arabella's Point of View

"That was one nice shower!" I breathed out in satisfaction as I stepped out of the bathroom into our room, wearing Wymond's big night robe — with nothing underneath.

My steps faltered when I saw Wymond sitting on the bed with my phone in his hands. I rushed toward him and snatched it from him, even though I had nothing to hide.

"What are you doing with my phone?" I queried.

"You have a text from a strange number," he said simply.

I checked my phone and saw ...