CAUGHT

GIOVANNI'S POV "You have a sharp mouth, Arya Vitale," I said, watching the fire flash in her eyes. "It's one of the things I find most... intriguing about you." "Don't," she warned, but I could see her resolve wavering. "Don't what? Acknowledge that you're possibly the only person brave enough to talk back to me?" I allowed myself a small smile, even though the pain in my shoulder was making spots dance in my vision. "Most people cower. You snarl and it’s refreshing." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I'm glad my suffering entertains you." "Your fire entertains me," I corrected. "Your suffering…" I paused, something uncomfortable twisting in my chest. "Your suffering serves a purpose. Whether you believe that or not." Before she could respond or I could say something else I'd regret, I turned and walked out of the study. My shoulder screamed in protest with each step, fresh blood seeping through the bandage, but I would be damned if I showed weakness now. "Cazzo," I mutter