Eden's POV
As we reenter the old house through the door, a sense of sadness washes over me. I had prepared myself for it the whole journey back, but it still cuts deep. I turn to see Conall close the door behind us. He looks at me briefly before nodding over my shoulder towards the chaos.
It’s then that I register the frantic shouting and yelling as three men pin Henrick to the sofa. He thrashes around wildly against them, his screams of agony filling up the large house.
“Eden!” Jarek calls. “We need that remedy, and we need it quick!”
Shit.
I run over to examine the damage. Henrick is now lying in his underwear. The Blue Thistle burn has spread up over his muscular thigh, turning almost every inch of skin bright blue. “It’s moving faster than I thought,” I say to Jarek. “I need a pe
