She buries her face in my neck and breathes me in. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
“I knew I’d see you again,” I tell her. “I wasn’t going to stop looking until I found you.”
She pulls back and looks up at me, and f**k, she’s beautiful. Even bloodied and terrified and thin, Arya radiates beauty. How could anyone stop looking for a woman like this?
All at once, though, a cold chill goes through me. A realization I haven’t let myself consider yet.
I look around the room. But aside from us and the two bodies, it’s empty.
“What?” Arya asks, looking around, suddenly nervous. “Is there someone else?”
I know the answer already. The fact that she doesn’t know who I’m talking about tells me all I need to know. Still, I can’t stop myself from voicing the question in its entirety.
“Wh
