"So you knww?" Arya asked as they walked up the stairs together. She twisted her body slightly to get a clear view of Juan who trailed behind her. "Yes," Juan commented with a sigh. "That was the reason for my question the other day. He is the least person I expected it from, but oh well, it happened.""I suppose I did not expect it either."They had gotten to the landing now and Juan leaned against the banister. He didn't move forward, instead he pulled Arya in closer by the waist. "Why'd you shoot him?" Juan asked. "If you successfully escaped from him,why did you not just lock yourself indoors."She swallowed hard, avoiding his eyes. Hee eyes travelled down to his chest, looking at his body peeking our from the half opened shirt. "I just... I felt like I had to. He could have come back and you know harmed me and then you'll come back, you'll have no idea. Or worse, two of you could have met up and then he'll kill you. I don't know...I just had to.""In other words, you were protec
Carlo clutched Arya's arm more firmly. "Boss, she shot Hernandez in the leg. Twice."Juan's stride did not falter as he approached. His expression did not change either."You carried her across the yard and left the man she shot bleeding in my pool?" Juan asked in a controlled voice. "And none of you thought it more wise to take care of the injured before blaming someone I invited into my home?"Domingo raised his hands somewhat. "It's not what it looks like—"No?" Juan interrupted, looking from the blood-filled water to Arya's face. "Then what is it? Because from where I'm standing, you two seem to be more interested in blaming her than in determining what the heck happened."."Juan," Arya answered, her voice trembling, but she stood up slightly taller. "He was taking me somewhere. I—I didn't understand at first, but then I did know. The blinking cameras. The red lights, you know, the ones that always blink? They weren't on. All of them."Juan tilted his head. "He shut them off?""Ye
He looked at her as if he wasn't sure whether she was in his front. "Arya?" he said, moving forward one step.Hernandez got to her before she could step back. His hand wrapped around her wrist firmly, and she tried to pull away, but his hold didn't waver."You weren't supposed to overhear that," he whispered, his voice too subdued for the spark in his eyes."Let me go," she said, twisting and trying to get her arm free.He dragged her closer, and before she could scream, he covered her mouth with his hand. She bit him, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to make him grit his teeth. He cursed under his breath, then closed his fingers around her arm once more and started hauling her across the backyard."Don't struggle," he snarled, grinding his teeth. "Just come quietly."She kicked at the ground, trying to break his speed, but it merely caused him to pull her even harder. Her shoes slipped over the stone pavement, and her sweater caught on a bush, tearing along the seam
Arya remained motionless for a while after Juan had left the room. She sat fixated on the door, not thinking of anything in particular, merely hearing the silence. She could still feel where his hand had rested on hers, and she wasn't certain how long she remained sitting there in such a state before finally rising.She shoved the blanket aside and swung her legs over, feet on the cold floor. Her body ached in some type of way, not painfully, not gone either, bur the pain just rested below her skin. She rubbed her arm gradually, then stood up and walked towards the window. The sun was lower, and the horizon was beginning to change to the color orange.It was strange to be alone after all that.For some reason she could not even explain to herself, she wanted Juan to come back. "Oh well," she sighed, yawning a little. She stepped away from the window and grasped the sweater slung over the back of the chair. She pulled it over her arms, then started out of the room and down the hall. T
Donatella spent a few more hours with her, telling her about books that they had read and even stayed for a while after hrr father had gone home. Arya sat still on the bed for a while, not moving, not thinking much either. The silence wasn’t loud, but it made everything else stand out more—the soft hum of the air vent, the shift of bedsheets under her hand, the small creak in the wood above the window.She looked uo when she heard the handle of the door turn. Juan stepped inside, closing the door slowly behind him. He didn’t say anything right away. His eyes moved around the room once before landing on her. He looked like he had something to say but didn’t know how to start. His hand stayed near the doorknob, like maybe he was thinking about turning around and leaving again."Donatella gone?" he asked, taking a few steps forward."Yeah," she said, lowering her hand. "She just left."He gave a small nod and walked in further, dragging the chair near the table closer to the bed, then
Arya tied up her hair and studied her reflection for a moment before turning away. The room was quiet, only the sound of footsteps outside the door, then quiet once more. She stooped to retrieve her shoes, put them on slowly, then simply stood, not knowing what to do. A knock came at the door. "Arya?" a soft voice called. It wasn’t Juan. It was one of the housekeepers—Lucia. "Yes?" Arya said, walking over. Lucia gave a small smile when the door opened. "Donatella is here to see you. She came with her father. They’re with the others downstairs." Arya blinked. "Oh. Okay. I’ll be down in a minute." Lucia nodded and walked off. Arya stood where she was. The room fell silent again. She took a jacket, slipped it on, and left, moving more slowly than she had meant to. There was a smell of coffee in the house and something fainter coming from the kitchen. She heard voices in the dining room—Juan's voice, then another, older and deeper. That would be Donatella's father. She stopped in