Arabella's point of view.
I woke up to someone caressing my hair softly but I wasn't confused about who it was, because firstly, I perceived Wymond's scent and secondly, no one can enter his room without permission or an invite -apart from me and him.
"You're awake" he said.
I sat up and rested my back against the headboard, a yawn left my mouth as I rubbed my eyes like a little bunny.
Wait, wasn't I reading a book? When did I fall asleep? And where the heçk is my book?
My eyes looked around for it, only to find it on the bedside table and I reached for it again.
"You're still mad at me?" he asked.
"Hm" I hummed.
He nodded at the book in my hand.
"Why are you suddenly reading about the pearl bead?" he asked, with his brows raised.
"Er..."
I stared at the book as I briefly thoug
