Dante's POV
"Are you okay?" Gianna asked as I poured myself my third cup of coffee for the day.
It was barely 2 p.m.
Coffee was the only way I could stay awake, or at least try to stay awake during the day. My nights were either spent scheming or having nightmares about Aria, so I spent them wide awake.
I didn’t want to dream about her. It only made everything hurt more.
"Peachy," I responded sarcastically as I brought the hot liquid to my lips and took a sip.
"You need to get some rest, Dante."
"I'm fine," I muttered, walking past her and into the living room.
It had gotten easier to walk around and do simple tasks because my wounds were finally healing, but there was still a dull pain in my chest with sudden movements.
"No, you're not fine—I’ve seen you moping around the house l
