CHAPTER FIFTEEN
PERCY LOOKED UP AS Godric ran into the room. Brita’s voice was raw from screaming and she was covered in a sheen of sweat, her golden-brown gaze dull with weariness. But still she fought him. She didn’t seem capable of stopping.
Godric dropped to his knees beside them, his face darkening with concern when he spotted her bloody hands and torn flesh. “Good Lord, Perc.”
“She’s been fighting me for nearly thirty minutes. She’s exhausted but she can’t seem to stop herself.”
Godric pulled a syringe and a small bottle filled with clear liquid from his bag. He filled the syringe, tapped it, and ejected a tiny bit from the top. “Try to hold her arm still.”
He slid the needle into her arm quickly and yanked it back out before she could jerk away from it and break the needle off
