PHOEBE'S POV-
"Who the f**k is this and why is he calling at this hour?" Regis growled.
My eyes snapped open as I jerked up in bed, hitting my head on the base of his chin. "Ouch!" I rubbed the sore area and his eyes softened but his face held a deadly expression. Couldn't this night have ended well?
Beep-beep! Incoming text message.
Hudson's eyes converted to obsidian black and the phone sounded like it was cracking from the firm grip in his hands. Damn it! I hope that's not a text from Jerald. He stared at the phone screen as his chest rumbled. Was he going to explode? He looked extremely mad.
I tried to pry the mobile from his hand but my weak hands could not move one of his fingers. So, I got on my knees and pushed my head between his chest and the phone, to see the message. Oh no
