DANTE
The clattering woke me. First, dishes maybe, or pots being moved around. Then came the voices, muffled but persistent, seeping through the walls and under the door.
"Go away," I mumbled into the pillow, voice hoarse with sleep.
The noise didn't listen.
I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head. When that didn't work, I plugged my fingers into my ears. The sounds only grew louder. It was laughter now, followed by someone singing off-key, and footsteps overhead.
"For the love of—" I gave up, sitting upright and stretching my arms.
Pain lanced through my ribs. My back protested. My thighs ached. I rolled my shoulders, hearing things crack and pop. I looked around the room and it was empty.
Cinnamon's side of the floor bed was cold, the blanket folded neatly showing she'd been go
