Eve: kills two fixers

Eve stood in the corner, her back squeezed into the cleft of two walls, fists knotted and held to her mouth.

The room was awash in blood.

Two of the Fixers—not her precious Righteous, but highly trained agents nonetheless—lay on the bed. And off it. And across the room. How could all those pieces ever have come from just the two of them?

...

Eve could barely remember taking the filleting knives and the cleaver from the kitchen or the wood rasp from the shop. All she knew was that she had them.

Used them.

All of that, though, seemed to be part of a dream. All of that happened within fits of a red cloud of lust and hate. A red darkness.

The two Fixers did not look even remotely human anymore. Eve did not want to look in a mirror because she knew that the red darkness was still there, waiting behind her eyes.

-Relentless pg. 273-274, Kindle Edition.