I woke up with a sharp pain radiating through my neck.
I groaned, my hand flying to the stiff muscle, and slowly opened my eyes to find myself still perched on the window seat. I had fallen asleep here last night, curled up against the glass, watching the darkness and wishing I could disappear into it.
Brilliant, I thought bitterly, rubbing at the crick in my neck. Just brilliant.
I wiped at my eyes, feeling the crusty remnants of dried tears on my cheeks. I looked out the window at the grey morning light filtering through the clouds and sighed.
Another day in this godforsaken place.
I pushed myself up to stand, and immediately cursed as a hot feeling shot down my left leg.
"Damn it," I hissed, bending down to massage the tense muscle. "Stupid window. Stupid house. Stupid Giovanni a
