Chapter 68

Arya

The Rogue’s body starts to go slack as blood continues to flow out of her severed neck. I step back, my hands shaking as I stare at the whole scene in horror. My hands are shaking and I feel faint. Never in my life have I seen this amount of blood seeping through the grass, escaping from his neck like a small river. . . .

I feel nauseous. My vision is swimming. My fingertips are cold.

I know I came at him with the full intent of hurting him and making him learn his lesson. I know I was planning to get the truth from him no matter what the method is.

But seeing him do that to himself just makes me feel like a monster.

I know I didn’t do it myself. But I know it could have come to that.

And I’m absolutely terrified at the fact that he was willing to end himself that easily just because he was getting close to telling me a secret.

He was begging for his life just minutes ago.

This means that whatever or whoever was making him do what he did is more dangerous than I thought.

I swallo