Arya's POV

I froze in place, Chamberlin still held tight in my arms, staring at the woman standing in front of us like she was something out of a bad dream I could not wake up from. Anastasia looked different than the last time I had seen her, thinner in the face, a hardness in her eyes that had not been there before, or maybe it had always been there and I had just refused to see it.

"Anastasia," I said, my voice barely working. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled, but there was nothing ...