"Are they… dead?"
Regina's voice came out thin and strangled as she tried to twist around him to look past his shoulder.
The metallic smell in the air hit her first. A lot of blood.
It soaked into the hardwood floor in dark streaks beneath the bodies sprawled across her apartment, one near the overturned dining chair, another collapsed halfway into the kitchen, fingers still curled around a knife. The shattered lamp near the wall flickered weakly, throwing crooked shadows over the corpses.
"You killed people…" Her breathing became uneven as panic climbed higher and higher in her chest. "Oh, my God, you killed people in my apartment…!"
She scrambled backward on the bed so fast the blanket tangled around her legs. Her eyes were huge, darting wildly between the bodies and the man standing beside her.
Mikhail exhaled slowly through his nose. What the fuck was even this night?
"Sorry, babes."
Regina stared at him like he had spoken another language.
"Sorry…?"
'PTAK!'
