My clothes squish as I drop them in the bathtub. I’ll take care of them later. Maybe burn them.
My feet leave red prints on the bathroom tile. My hands slip as I turn the knobs in the shower. The warmth and steam envelopes me. Scarlet swirls in the water, running down my arms and legs. I scrub hard, but the blood dyes the underside of my fingernails. What have I done?
The mirror draws my eyes. Blood cakes my mouth. I raise my lips, flashing fangs at myself. They ache to bite down again.
Knocking on the bathroom door makes me drop the soap. “Isadora? Is it done?”
I lean back against the cool tiles, my voice shaking, “Yes, I killed your rival.”
An envelope slides under the door. I climb out of the shower and snatch it up. Only half the money is inside with another picture labeled Target Two.