Skender had spent his previous day and night in the most agonizing pain and turmoil. He had known that Roxana was leaving. A part of him had proved it to himself. She would leave. He wasn't that important to her. Another part wanted to tear everything down and go find her. Mark her and make her his forever and if she ever planned to leave again, force her to stay. That didn't sound like the most healthy relationship nor was he one to enjoy the company of someone who didn't want him.
He was grateful for the blood that he had or he might not have been able to fight himself but Lucrezia was now on his list of people to punish. He was sure this was her doing, but he also had himself to blame for telling her to do whatever she wanted.
'She is a woman?'