Eden's POV
Mason paces through the kitchen while I maintain my spot on the couch, fighting to stay awake until the Golden brothers return home. I can't help but ache with the time that passes, worried over their well-being in a city that Erik Donahue is most likely scouring right now for all three of us.
I can't feel my ankle anymore; it's so tightly braced in the wrap that I woke up in that I find myself wanting to pace with Mason just so I can move again and feel my blood pumping.
For now, I make it as far as the bookshelf nearby, fighting myself to reorganize it all.
Again.
I pick through the leather-bound photo books and pull the one that seems to be overstuffed with pictures. Flipping open the cover, I hear Mason grumble to himself as if unsure if I should be poking through this
