April woke up to the sound of raised voices directly outside her door. She had barely slept a wink overnight and the disturbance was very unwelcome. Standing up and making her way over to the locked door, she knocked against it sharply to catch their attention.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked waspishly through the barrier. “Some of us are trying to rest here and you’re not doing me any favours.”
There was a hesitant moment before the door was unlocked and swung open. In walked Marco carrying a bowl of porridge and Dante who had his arms folded and was scowling at her. The shallow yet long scratches of his face had scabbed over with the passage of time. They appeared raw and irritated meaning he had probably been touching them. It sent a dark stab of satisfaction through her an
