Chapter Twenty-Three
For a moment, Tara just kneels there, staring as the tiles stain a deep red. The liquid continues to pool out around Tara's feet, coating the ends of her shoes with it. An overwhelming feeling of satisfaction flows through every vein in her body as she slowly comes to the realization that Anna will never be a problem again. And as she rights herself, the haze starts to disappear. Then, the panic sets in. Her body begins to tremble violently, a cold sweat breaking out over her skin and sending shivers all throughout her. Her gaze never leaves the pool of red, suddenly afraid to look at Anna's body for fear of what she'll find. But then she does. Her eyes flit to the mangled face of the blonde – for just a moment, shorter than a breath – but it's enough to make her understand the severit
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