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 ...