Arabella’s point of view.

I woke up with a strong urge to use the bathroom, I kicked the blanket off me and tried to get up but couldn’t -something seems to be pulling me down.

What’s going on? I wondered mentally.

I quickly closed down and saw a strong arm firmly holding my waist, I frowned.

Whose arm is this? And why is he holding me? My eyes traced the arm to its owner.

“Wymond?!” I exclaimed loudly.

“Hm?” he hummed sleepily.

A deep frown appeared on my face as I immediately looked around, and realized we’re in Wymond’s room, but how?.

Wasn’t I sleeping in one of those guest...