DAXTON

I reached for her in the dark, but my hand met cold sheets. Arya's scent still lingered, but she wasn't there. I sat up slowly, dragging a hand through my hair. My chest was heavy. Too fucking heavy and it had been that way since Elizara left.

I followed the soft sounds of movement down the hall and found her in the kitchen.

She didn't speak or look at me. She stood there with her back turned, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

"Arya," I said cautiously.

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