Enzo’s girlfriend

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 and his stupid-" A knock on the door interrupted my muttered tirade. "Come in," I called out, still rubbing my leg. The door opened, and Claire stepped inside, followed by three other maids I didn't