CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EDRIC WOKE SOMETIME later, to the sound of pounding on his door. He blinked and sat up, groaning. His head throbbed and he felt as if he’d been drugged. The pounding didn’t stop so he dragged himself out of bed and trudged to the door. “Hold your pants on, I’m coming.”
He opened the door to his brother’s worried face. “Where have you been, bro? I was about ready to split the search parties to start looking for you too.”
Edric scrubbed a hand over his face. Godric’s words reminded him that Brita was missing. “You haven’t found her yet?”
Godric’s face darkened with concern. “I’m really worried, Edric. I think that son of a b***h got her. Percy’s a mess. I made him take a Valium just so he’d stop screaming at everybody. He and Heathcliffe have already come to blows twice.
