“BRITA?” PERCY CLOSED the door and walked into the apartment, looking for her. A heavy silence beat down on him and he thought for a moment that the place was empty. “Brita?!”
Something wasn’t right.
He checked the bedroom and it was empty. Panic swelled. What if she’d gone off on her own. Without him to protect her... A soft sound, like whispers, had his gaze jerking toward the kitchen.
The first thing he saw was the blood. Smears of it painted the visible end of the long, wooden table and bright red droplets formed a short trail on the floor. His lungs stopped working. His heart pounded against his ribs. Percy started running, terrified of what he would find.
He rounded the counter dividing the kitchen from the rest of the apartment and saw a slender foot sticking out from under the
