The furry hand snaps to human flesh, the blood-smeared organ slips out of my grasp, falling with a thud on the ground.

For a moment, I can only stare at my blood-smeared hands, then slowly back at Lindsey's body lying still, no sound of breathing or movements from her.

The rustle ahead from the bushes steals my attention. A guard in uniform appears, his curious gaze flicks to me. The tree blocks his vision of Lindsey but the way his eyes skim over my hands and face, it alarms my senses ...