Ravenna
I pull the blanket tighter around me. Why is it so cold? Did I leave the balcony doors open? I’m not sure. The last thing I remember is lying in bed, glaring at my bedroom door, and expecting Rocco to arrive. Maybe I dozed off.
Sitting up, I glance at the clock on the dresser. Half past five in the morning. Rocco didn’t come to my room last night. A sigh of relief leaves my lips. It’s possible he got drunk after the game and went straight to bed upon returning home, but that seems unlikely. He gets even more riled up when he drinks. Whatever the reason, I was spared last night, but it doesn’t mean I’ll be lucky again next time. Dread floods my veins and a shudder of disgust runs through me.
A slight movement catches the corner of my eye, and I look at the balcony doors, findin
