Chapter 16

Sky's POV

“Oh my Goddess, your stench is unbearable.” Owen firmly grasps his nose and fans the surrounding air. “What in God's name did you do?” He queried in a disbelieving tone.

“Would you mind explaining what you meant? I did nothing.” I responded with my brow curves upward.

Owen walks towards me, reaches out and grasps my wrist, and then holds it up to display the dried-up blood that's underneath my nails.

 In an instant, I manage to wrench my arm out of his grip and quickly head to the sink, where I furiously scrub my nails until every last drop of blood is washed away.

"Again, what the hell did you do?" Owen asked.

My frustration is clear as I let out a loud sigh, run my hands through my hair, and start pacing back and forth. “It wasn't me. Well, technically, it was me, but I wasn't in control.”

"Sky..." He sighs and sits down at the kitchen counter. "What happened?"

“She was the sole cause of the problem. I told her not to