Constantine braced himself against the curve of the cave wall with one hand, silent as he stared out at the clearing. There were several bodies strewn around on the grass. Blood still dribbled from opened flesh. He saw four corpses, to be exact, but after what he had just seen Vica do, he knew there had to have been more casualties. The ashes of their remains covered her clothes, arms, and face even now.
He had never thought her capable of such a s*******r. Everything he knew about her railed against the reality that he saw now. Gone was the righteously moralizing, naive young woman he had always laughed at, replaced by this deathly vision of unlife. There was no other way to describe it, to describe her. Pitch black eyes stared upward, face straining toward the sky as if to try to soak i
