After Lazarus and Acheron went home, Rayven was left alone with Skender who kept drinking.
"It is enough now," he told him. "You need to recover."
Skender let his head fall to one side and studied him with a sad smile. His gaze was protruding and Rayven dared not meet his blue eyes. He felt ashamed. He would rather Skender yelled at him, fought him than only look at him like that.
This thing with Marie made things worse. He didn't like it at all.
"Why did you go that far? Why would you offer yourself? Why would you sacrifice yourself like that?" Rayven asked him. "Angelica is not yours to protect."
"Clearly, Ramona wasn't mine to protect either." He chuckled darkly. "It seems that I like to meddle in other people's business and become a savor, only to be blamed when I can't save them, even when they are not mine to protect. Besides," he gazed up and into his eyes. "I am not the only one to have sacrificed something."
