LENA POV
Noah was dead.
The thought should've felt heavier.
Instead it sat inside my chest with a strange sort of finality.
I didn't feel guilty. I didn't regret what I did. He deserved every second of it . He'd deserved every ounce of pain and fear.
I had enjoyed seeing the horror on his face.
The relief when he screamed name after name.
The satisfaction of ripping his body apart one bone at a time.
The way his blood looked on my sword.
Just... now that he was done...
Now what?
I stood in front of the mirror in Elias's guest bathroom staring at my reflection like I was trying to recognize the woman looking back at me.
She looked tired.
Older somehow.
The damp strands of dark hair sticking to my neck weren't helping.
Neither was the oversized bathrobe swallowing half my bo
