She hadn’t slept well last night, her mind plagued by images of what she had done. Of course, the subconscious often had a way of exaggerating things to the extreme. Where as the kill had been quick and clean, her dreams had made it brutal and messy. Skeeter’s screams still echoed through her head as she collapsed to the floor in pain, a puddle of blood forming around her. And then, directly after that, a mirror dropped out of nowhere to reveal that her eyes had turned the same chilling shade of red as Tom’s.