ARYA’S POV
The heavy iron door groaned open, and the harsh, flickering torchlight flooded across the damp stone floor of my cell but I didn’t look up.
My body was heavy with exhaustion and I wasn’t even sure how much time had passed. A part of me didn't care anymore.
But the smell of expensive cologne hit my nose first and I looked up to see Giovanni stumbling in.
He looked like a mess, his way was scattered like he had run his fingers through it too many times and his eyes were glassy and bloodshot.
I realized then that he was drunk.
“You,” he slurred, pointing a trembling finger as the door slammed shut behind him. “This is all your fault, you know that? Ruining everything with your stupid family. If you weren't such a burden, none of this would've happened.”
He was close now
