ARYA’S POV
I was about to tell him exactly what was on my mind, but another sneeze overtook me.
Giovanni sighed, grabbed the soup, and sat on the edge of my bed. "Open."
I rolled my eyes. "I can feed myself, Giovanni.”
"Then do it."
I took the bowl from him, intending to take a few sips just to get him to leave. But the first spoonful was rich and warm and exactly what my battered body needed.
Before I knew it, I already finished half the bowl.
"Better?" Giovanni asked.
"Yes," I admitted reluctantly.
We sat in silence while I finished eating. When I set the empty bowl aside, I expected him to leave. Instead, he stayed there on the edge of my bed, his hands clasped between his knees.
"I'm sorry," he said finally.
I blinked. "What?"
"I'm sorry." He looked up at me, and the vuln
