Morgan's POV:

Stuck in this place with fucking Dante. My day can't get any worse.

"Morgan," Dante called, and I felt his hand hovering above my shoulder.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I turned around and glared at him. He took a step back.

"You're looking at me like this is my fault."

"Is it?!" I spat. "Imagine being stuck in here with you!"

"You make that sound like it's a bad thing,"

"It is! Everything about you is a bad thing! How can't you see that?!"

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, I'm guessing you have a lot of pent up anger and ...."

"Shut the fuck up."...