ARYA's Point of ViewI was about to tell him exactly what I had in mind, but another sneeze interrupted me.Giovanni sighed, took the soup and sat on the edge of my bed.—Open it.I rolled my eyes.—I can feed myself, Giovanni.—Then do it.I took the bowl from her hands, intending to take just a few sips so she'd be gone. But the first spoonful was rich, warm, and exactly what my battered body needed.Before I knew it, I had already eaten half of it."Better?" Giovanni asked."Yes," I admitted reluctantly.We sat in silence as he finished eating. When I set the empty bowl aside, I expected him to leave. Instead, he remained seated on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped between his knees."I'm sorry," he finally said.I blinked.-That?"I'm sorry." She looked up at me, and the vulnerability in her eyes took my breath away. "I pushed you into this and put you in danger, and you almost died because of it."I shrugged."I chose to go," I said. "I insisted, in fact.""I should have sai
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