I glanced at the wall clock and shook my head. It was barely six am. His routine was way too gruesome for a six-year-old.
Swallowing the bile rising to my throat, I hurried to the master’s bedroom to get a change of clothes so I could shower there. I wished I didn’t have to share a room with Rhysand but his folks would never let me have a room to myself while I was married to their son and living under their roof.
With any luck, Rhysand would be out.
But when I arrived at the room, I could hear water running from the shower, indicating that my ex-husband-to-be was probably having his bath.
Silently, I crept towards the closet, picked out any dress my hands could touch, undies, and turned to leave when a bright light blinked from the nightstand.
Pursing my lips, I intended to ignore it, but the sound of vibration against wood filled the room.
I went to the source of light and it turned out to be Rhysand’s phone.
A text message from Calista read,
–Baby, would you be early at the office today? I’m wearing thongs…in your favorite color.