ARYA'S POINT OF VIEW

I had no idea how much time had passed, and I wasn't sure I cared. I knew Claire and Maria had come; their soft hands were trying to coax me to eat, but I couldn't respond.

Every time I closed my eyes, I went back to that moment when Giovanni's hands were on me and the way he looked at me, as if I was nothing.

I stopped feeling anything except the weight of my own body pressing against the cold stone.

"She hasn't moved in two days," Claire's voice echoed through the fog in