Arya's POV

Three weeks passed before I finally felt like myself again. My shoulder healed slowly, the way wounds from silver sometimes did, but every day I grew a little stronger, a little steadier on my feet, until one morning I woke up and realized the ache had finally settled into something manageable instead of something that ruled my whole day.

Chase had been careful with me during those weeks, more careful than I think he knew how to be with anyone. He checked on me every morning before ...