Decision

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, both of them taking in the scene. "What's going on here?" Enzo demanded. "It was my fault," Maria said immediately. "I suggested she needed proper care. A bath, clean clothes. She's been in that dungeon for d