The Surrender

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 way she reached for me instead of fighting, tugged at my chest. I turned my head to stare at my right hand, and a growl left my throat. "Merda," I growled. My phone buzzed against my hip. I pulled it out with