He couldn't discern much about the body, other than it was a woman, but his primary concern was Lucielle. He brushed her hair aside, her skin exhibiting a sickly green hue as she fought off the urge to vomit.
"Breathe, love."
She let out a shrill, hysterical laugh. "Breathe? BREATHE? Someone was murdered in our home. In our bed!"
"I know, and I promise you, I'll find whoever did this and make them pay just as harshly." His words were resolute, his tone icy. "I won't let anything happen to you." And he meant it. He would eliminate anyone who posed a threat to her safety. The vague menace hovering over her had just taken a terrifyingly tangible form, the actions of her unknown adversary bringing everything into stark reality.
Sean slipped past them, approaching the bed. "It seems like sh
