ARYA

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the scars hidden beneath his tattoos. They were from stab wounds. I didn't know how I was able to tell. But I could. Images of my dream from earlier flashed in my mind, nausea sweeping through me. My hands were trembling so hard now, and before I could pull myself together, I was already sobbing hard, my knees giving out. I couldn't understand what was happening to me at that moment.

My chest felt like it was collapsing in on ...