Chapter 38 Old Friend

• It was morning, and I woke up alone in bed. Dante had once again slept on the balcony. I sat up and glared at his back, seething. He didn't even want to lay in the same bed with me, and we were supposed to be sweethearts. All he thought about was Elena! Elena! Elena!
• I waved my hands in frustration, lost in my anger. My hand hit the lamp on the bedside table, and it crashed to the floor with a loud clatter.
• Dante turned around, his face cold and irritated. "What the hell is that, Antonia?"