Cain carries me to his room and puts me down on my feet. I shake as I realise where we are.
“You need to wash.” He says, looking at the blood covering me. I’ve covered his t-shirt too. He’s almost as covered as I am.
I nod. I know he’s right, but I have so many questions right now. I don’t even know enough about how this mate thing works to know what questions to ask.
“I’ll answer everything after you take a shower.” He says.
I nod, unable to find the words to speak and so I walk away from him, hoping that I might be able to get my thoughts together.
I strip off in the bathroom, it’s not like I was really wearing any clothes anyway. The hot water pours over me and I scrub every bit of Silas’s blood from my body, from my skin, from under my nails.
I can’t believe I killed him. I can’t quite believe he’s dead. That man gave me nothing but pain for years. And there’s a big chance he killed my parents too. I’m glad he’s dead. I’m glad I was the one to pull the trigger. I’m not even sorry.
