When the boundaries between worlds let everything bleed through, Arzhen had asked Cecilia, "Why didn't you save me?"
Cecilia had thought she didn't understand. But she actually did.
She had fallen in love with him once, and that was proof that she had wanted to save him. But some people didn't want to be saved.
Like her three husbands. The men standing before her now, frozen in the snow, their faces pale with the shock of her fury.
What about Arzhen?
The darkness inside him, the way he treated her, the view he held upon the world, did he want to be saved?
No.
He didn't even know he wanted to be saved. Not until that moment in the cafe, when the boundaries between worlds had thinned and the real Arzhen had bled through and begged her to save only him.
In the past, before he killed her, she had still thought he deserved to be saved.
Then she found out he had marked her belongings with his scent, mocking and humiliating her without ever being present.
