Macabre fascination kept her from leaving the bedroom. Antonin didn't follow her. Not that she blamed him. If the roles were reversed, she wouldn't have wanted to see his blood in a massive puddle on the floor. Just thinking about it made her want to be sick. Imagining him not being in her life wasn't something she was prepared for yet. Even when she was on the run for a year he still loomed large in her life. Maybe there was a slight bit of truth to Augustus" statement the day before.