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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 and I shrank back against the rough wall. “Giovanni, you’re drunk-“ The back of his hand connected with my cheek with a sharp crack and my head snapped to the side. A whimper escaped me before I could choke