Author's point of view

Lysander's eyes slid to her. He saw the horror written on her face. Her hands clutched at her chest, her eyes wide and shining with terror. She looked at him as if he were a monster under her bed that came to life.

"Good, let her see." He said internally with merciless clarity. "Let her understand."

It's a good thing she's afraid of him. That is exactly what she should feel.

He turned away from her, to let her be. He had shown her the truth, the blood-soaked ...