June acted quickly. He lifted Terrence's lifeless body and carried it to the bathroom, laying it in the bathtub.
Erik followed him, his own steps echoing in the silent apartment.
"Are you going to do it?"
Erik, his cold brown eyes locked onto Terrence's lifeless form resting in the white porcelain of the bathtub, nodded.
His jaw was set in a firm line. "Yes. Do you want to go to the other room?"
June's gaze met Erik's, a silent understanding passing between them.
He shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes. "This does not differ from doing 'it' to Thaids. I'll stay with you."
Erik nodded, a flicker of appreciation flashing in his eyes.
At that moment, Erik's hands moved with a practiced efficiency that belied the gruesome task he was undertaking.
With a swift, precise motion, he split open the head of the deceased man. The sound of cracking bone echoed through the sterile bathroom.