GIOVANNI’S POV
I closed the bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, pressing my palms flat against the wood.
My hands were still shaking and I looked down at them, staring at the fingers that had been wrapped around Arya's throat not twenty minutes ago and felt something crack inside my chest.
I almost killed her, the woman who brought me back from the nightmare with nothing but the gentle touch of her hands on my face.
I pushed off the door and crossed the room, falling onto the bed face-down without bothering to remove my shoes.
The mattress dipped beneath my weight, and I pressed my face into the pillow, trying to breathe through the self-loathing that was threatening to drown me.
Those wide, terrified eyes looking up at me as I choked her wouldn't leave my mind. The wa
