Forbidden and Consequences

ARYA’S POV I turned slowly to find Giovanni standing there, still wearing the same clothes from this morning. He looked at me like he wanted to snap my neck in half. A sharp exhale left my lips. "How did you find me?” His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat then he leaned in close, his grey eyes blazing. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?" he asked in a deadly tone. "We've been tearing this city apart for the last six hours. Do you have any idea what you put me through?" “I-I'm sorry,” I stammered, my voice a whisper, hands instinctively rising to pry at his wrist. Panic clawed at my chest, but he squeezed tighter, just enough to make my breath hitch, stars dancing at the edges of my vision. "Don't be mistaken, Arya. I knew where you were.” He whispered. “I've been tracking you since you left that bicycle rental shop. I let you have your little adventure, but whether you want it or not… we’re leaving now.” My chest tightened and burned with anger. All day, he knew, and he