ARYA’S POV
"She wasn't feeling well, sir," Claire said quickly, her voice high with fear. "We just thought some fresh air, and a proper bath would help.”
But I couldn't hear the rest of her excuse or focus on anything except Giovanni standing there, silhouetted against the light.
My body remembered before my mind caught up and suddenly all I could hear was his voice as he forced his way into me.
‘You deserve this, bitch.’
He took a step forward, reaching for me, and I cowered back, my arms flying up to protect my face, eyes squeezed shut.
A whimper escaped my throat before I could stop it.
"I wasn't going to hurt you." He whispered. "I was just-“
But he stopped. The words died in his throat and footsteps rushed down the hallway.
I opened my eyes to see Enzo first, then Maria, b
