RIKA
I already took my bath and freshened up, standing in front of the bathroom mirror checking my reflection to make sure I didn't look like a f*****g villain. The hot water had washed away Vera's blood from my skin, from under my fingernails, from the places it had splattered across my forearms when I'd cut off her fingers. But it hadn't washed away the satisfaction I'd felt doing it, the dark pleasure that had curled through my chest watching her scream and beg.
Damon said Sloane wanted to see me. That simple sentence had my stomach in knots, anxiety twisting through me in ways I wasn't used to feeling. I'd been restless ever since, pacing my room like a caged animal, running through a thousand different scenarios in my head.
Did she hear what I was doing to Vera down in that interr
