Elisha's POV

“Is he dead?”

Of course he was. There was no way he could survive my claw. No one ever had. He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have pulled the stunt he pulled tonight. No one came after those I loved and lived to tell the story.

I watched as his body bled out, the red, sticky liquid spreading across the floor. He was lucky I gave him a quick death.

I glanced around.

“We'll have to look for a way to dispose of the body.”

I caught Jenine's bulging ...