Rhea POV
“Resume cleaning my rooms. Starting tomorrow.”
The first thing I did when I saw that text message was take a deep breath. Since I left his chambers my mind hadn’t been at rest. I kept scolding myself over and over for allowing myself to be in that situation. I mean, how had I even fallen asleep? It was such a stupid thing for anyone to do.
And now I had to go back to him tomorrow. Was this some kind of setup to kill me? He’d been so intent on it yesterday, almost like I had already offended him before.
“Are you okay?” Mom asked, stirring the pot and snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Hm…” I pushed the phone to the side, but her gaze immediately shifted onto the black device.
“Who gave you that?” she asked.
“Who gave me that? Why does everyone keep assuming it was given to me?
