RAVEN
A sudden sneeze causes my eyes to shoot open. The rosary in my hand falls to the ground with a clank, causing me to sit up instantly. I pick it up, placing it on the table as I see Dante moving. He groans as he throws off the covers.
He sits up, blinking his eyes and taking in his surroundings until his eyes find mine.
“Where am I?” he asks, and relief washes over me so hard it knocks the air from my lungs.
Then the anger rushes back in.
“Why did you do it?”
He stares at me without answering, rubbing his aching head.
“f**k,” he mutters. “Why does my head hurt so much?”
“Maybe because you decided hurting yourself was a good idea,” I snap, brows drawn down.
Morning light spills through the windows, catching both our faces. My eyes are swollen from last night, and his calmness
