"I'm not certain I believe it," he admitted, tossing the bandage into the bedroom bin. "But even if we're wrong or going mad or this is some sort of hallucination, something was done to them and Drina."
He nodded in agreement about talking to Eden. If she were really being transformed into a werewolf or the like, he wasn't sending young Jamie after her. She'd be able to kill him with one arm bound behind her back as she was now.
Besides, after last night, Cathair felt like it was his duty to be the one to relate their suspicions to her. "Sounds like a plan, boyo," he agreed. "I'd say we shouldn't use the journals, but I'm wagering we're being watched at all times anyways." Which didn't sit well with him.