"THALIA!"
Cruxius, in that fleeting moment, clearly saw the slender figure of the woman falling backward through the transparent glass window.
His mind, entirely focused, accelerated—freezing time just enough for him to catch the shock, the surprise, and the wet sheen of tears glistening on her face. Her clothes whipped wildly around her, outlining the soft curves he had already claimed. It was enough for him to understand who pushed her—her stepsister.
Bam!
'...Thalia?'
The sound of her fragile body colliding with the ground, though distant, echoed clearly in his ears.
She had hit the ground hard—hard enough for him to know as he slowly stood up from the step he'd been sitting on.
Knowing Thalia's personality—just how unlike any other woman she was, still fiercely strong and defiant even after what he had put her through last night—he knew she wouldn't commit suicide.
