Chapter 21

“Eden.” Karsa called Eden again. His voice was low, as before, but stronger this time. Eden’s brow slightly furrowed. He tossed and turned a few times, then sank back into sleep. If not for the ragged breathing of a rising fever, he could have been mistaken for a corpse. He looked worse than a sick chicken, and Karsa’s chest tightened with sudden irritation. Watching him fight back harder with every torment had been fun. Seeing him lie there half-dead already made the rest of the hunt feel tedious.