Arya's POV

I paced the ends of my sitting room. Like a butterfly trapped in a bottle, I couldn't sit one place. The silence in the room reminder me of how loud my voice was.

Finally I got a hold of myself and took a seat.

I sat there, replaying everything that had just happened, trying to understand the part I had played in all of this. I had told him exactly what was on my mind—though not in the best words. But now he knew. He was a killer, and he needed to stop. I couldn't bear to hear ...