JULIO was not in the penthouse when Solana went out of Villel’s bedroom. The living area was clean already. There was no trace that a killing transpired in the place.
She went to the kitchen sink. She washed the grime from her hands and fingernails. She splashed water on her face.
The water that flowed off her was mixed with filth. The stale blood from those indecent men was hard to stomach.
The tall woman grabbed for the paper towels to dry off. She removed the stained jacket she has on. She folded it and threw it in the bin.
Solana occupied one of the seats at the counter. She did not know how long she has been sitting. When she raised her head Villel was standing beside the door of the bedroom.
Her mate is already freshly showered. The blood splattered on her head was gone.
