Chapter 11

Karsa had never expected Eden to use the medicine he sent in the first place. He had sent it merely to taunt him, hoping Eden would lose his temper and throw it away somewhere. Unaware that his guess had hit the mark, he studied Eden closely. Karsa’s expression tightened faintly as he pointed toward the chair and gestured for Eden to sit. Once Eden took his seat, Karsa placed the brush in the boy’s right hand. Unlike yesterday, his touch was feather-light and careful.