Chapter 95 Frost And Wildfire

• ARYA
• He was curled on the bed in a fetal position. One hand clutched the sheets, the other was pressed to his temple as though he was trying to hold his skull together.
• The room was dark, and the curtains were drawn. His breathing came in uneven gasps, and the muscles in his jaw were clenched so tight I was afraid his teeth would crack. Sweat beaded at his temples, his hair messily falling into his eyes.