Finn was going to place her ‘body’ in one of the guest bathtubs while it healed itself.
Cassander was burning her head and arms outside in a fire pit.
I wasn’t sure who had the worse job.
Finn cocked his head, asking bluntly, “Still think I should have done it?”
My lips pinched. “If it saves God’s life, then yes.” I shook my head. “I just don’t see why Cassander couldn’t have told God not to go, instead of doing all of this.”
“Have you met God?” Finn snorted. “He’s worse than Poppy is with his stubbornness. He wouldn’t have listened.”
“How often are his visions correct?”
“Almost always.”
“But not every time.”
“No, not every time.”
“Well, I still think this was the best option. If I were in that situation, I’d rather die.”
“I’m sure Poppy would have too. But we were in a time crunch.” He tipped his head to the cabinets. “There’re cleaning supplies in there. We only have twenty minutes before we need to leave. And we all have to take a shower before we go or God is going to smell her death on us.”
“I’ll be ready.”
Finn bent and kissed my lips softly. “Thank you.”
There was a butchered body hanging over his shoulder, and all I could do was stare into his eyes.
I had issues too.
“You’re welcome.” I smacked his butt. “Get moving.”
“Yes, my precious Mina.”
I snorted and walked into the kitchen.
It was a forensics unit nightmare.
The bile that rose in my throat quickly swallowed down, I walked carefully through the blood…and bits. The cleaning supplies were right where he said they would be.
I grabbed the gloves, bleach, and paper towels.
The tiling was hard and cold on my knees, but the closer I scooched to the blood, the tiling warmed. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and started pouring bleach and scrubbing the floor of Poppy’s blood.
A tear fell from my cheek into the mess.
“Let’s go, people! We need to stop by my dad’s so I can drug him,” Cassander hollered and charged into the kitchen. His voice quieted when his eyes ran over my features. “That’s enough for now, Mina. It’s okay. Go take a shower.”
I kept scrubbing. More tears fell.
“Finn, you better get in here,” Cassander said, not raising his voice. “Your mate needs you.”
A brush of air touched my back and then gentle arms were wrapping around me from behind. He had come for me. His large hands landed on top of mine as he murmured softly, “Let it go. She’s not actually dead. We didn’t really kill her. Remember?”
I sniffled, sobbing, “I’m not cut out for this stuff. I tried to be strong for you. Iknewwhat you needed to do. It was right. But this? The actuality of it? I can’t handle the aftermath of butchering a woman. It’s not right.”
Finn’s grip on my hands tightened, coaxing, “Then drop the rags. Leave it all behind. You never have to do this again.”
