Vincent's P.O.V
The next morning, I made my way towards the morgue where the body of the servant was kept.
Not being able to be close to Elena had already put me in a bad mood, however, I didn't want to cause another panic attack when she sees me. I still can't get over the fact that she had looked at me in utter terror, not seeing me but a vicious killer. She had kept on glancing at my hands, almost as if she had been able to see the blood on them still, and ever since that, I had been washing my hands every few minutes until they were pruned, to get the invisible stains off of them.
