Verret’s Pov( The Aftertaste Of Blood)

The house was finally quiet.

Only the faint crackle from the fireplace and the sharp smell of blood reminded me that the fight had been real.

I stood in the middle of the living room, shirt half-torn, blood splattered across my arms. Delilah hadn’t moved from where I’d left her. She was standing by the wall, trembling, eyes fixed on me like I was something feral that had just crawled out of the dark.

“Delilah…” My voice came out softer than I intended.

She blinked once. Twice. Then whispered, “You killed them.”

“Yes,” I said simply.

She flinched, hugging her arms. “You didn’t even...