Dante’s POV

I awoke to the sound of machines beeping, the powerful smell of disinfectant violating my nose. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling above my head buzzed, irritating the shit out of me. I sat up and ripped the IV out of my arm.

“Dante, you’re awake,” Peach said softly, a relieved smile spreading across her face.

“Hey,” I replied hoarsely. “Where’s Angel?”

As her smile faltered, worry gnawed at my insides. Why was she here and Angel ...