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 rooms last night? What the heck happened?.
I scratched my head as I tried to recall what had happened last night.
I stormed out of Wymond's room and headed for the stairs, with the thought of using one of
