Meghan ggasped moving away fron Christopher's now fallen body, her hands, face and priestess's white dress stained with his blood. Her eyes widened as she brought her habds to her face, feeling the blood on both. She swallowed, her body falling to the floor, her chest heaving.
Her hand trembled as she suddenly scrambled up again, then ran to the kitchen. She wasbed her hands, watching the way the blood stained everything she touched, and the way the water turned red as it went down the sink in a sickening, spiral motion.
She leaned down, and started to wash her face, her eyes closing, the memories flashing in front of her. It was too much blood. Way too much blood. She swallowed, looking up.
She found a large cloak in his closet, then without touching anything else, she skipped the body
