Chapter 18

Deimos POV

Elizabeth doesn’t cry as I carry her into my bedroom. Her head is nuzzled into my chest, and she is breathing heavily. It is as if my scent is calming to her.

Every inch of her body is covered in Harriet’s blood. Guilt rises in my chest. Not because I killed Harriet, she deserved it, but because I left Elizabeth alone in the dining room to deal with the aftermath of my tantrum.

I bypass the bedroom and head straight for the bathroom. I try to set Elizabeth on the small stool by the sink, but she refuses to let go of me. Her hands grip my t-shirt, and she whimpers.

“You need to get clean,” I say gently.

Elizabeth raises her head from my chest and looks me in the eyes. I expect to see her eyes full of tears but they are dry and void of any emotion. She unclenches her hands from my shirt and lets me sit her on the stool.

I start the water in the shower and test it to ensure it isn’t too hot. “You need to take a shower,” I tell Elizabeth.

She shakes her hea