Alora's POV
As Dante walked into his bathroom, I groaned, gritting my teeth.
Marco and Vittoria, you guys are so going to pay for this. Gosh, I can't believe they locked us in. Locking me in Dante's room? I wonder who among them thought that would be a good idea. We hate each other. This guy detests me and will not hesitate to kill me.
I'm pretty sure what he meant when he was threatening me earlier was that he would kill me in this room.
Dang it! I kicked against the bed, sending a jolt of pain to my toe. I bent to massage the toe. "Ouch! Sorry, my poor toe. I'm just so mad right now."
"I didn't know talking to body organs is one of the character traits of a nurse... or is it just you?" Dante muttered behind me. I froze in my spot, realizing that the way I was bending was exposing my
