Maddox's POV
I look at Edgar who is eating a croissant sandwich like he just did not violently chop a finger of a hunter.
He smiles at me as he chews his food and I smile back with much effort. We are having breakfast at his place and at this point, I don't even remember what this food tastes like.
"So you know what we are going to do next, right?" Edgar asks and I nod.
I don't even remember anything else, and before I know we are already in my car right outside the borders. Ian is in the passenger seat.
I don't know what these people did when Edgar and I don't even want to ask them at this point. I don't know. I am still in pure shock about what happened earlier.
"It is probably because you saw a war when you were seven. You actually knew what violence meant at that age. It co
