ELARA
I scanned the room, my eyes taking in the c*****e. Severed body parts lay scattered across the floor, the walls painted with streaks of gore. Blood pooled everywhere, its metallic stench thick in the air.
"Go upstairs," Gerald commanded. I turned to him, blinking in disbelief. He was back in human form, stark naked, his broad chest heaving. "I'll handle this."
As if. "I'll grab the buckets and cleaning supplies," I shot back, my tone leaving no room for argument. Without waiting for his response, I spun on my heel and marched away.
When I returned, I'd shifted back into human form and slipped into a clean dress. My skin crawled with the dried rogue blood, its foul stench overwhelming my senses. I swallowed down the nausea and set to work, mopping the blood-streaked floo
