"Answer it." Greta picks up my phone and holds it out to me, but I hesitate and stare at the flashing screen instead. We leave it between us as we sit tensely on the bed, now facing one another. Her eyes dart from it to me, and she sighs heavily. "Take it."

"It's late. As far as he knows, I'm asleep." I push it away but flinch when she grabs my wrist and forces it into my hand, swiping the answer button as she does so. Strangely strong for such a tiny wench.

"Yeah, well, now he knows we're not." She winks, sliding away, and motions for me to lift...