Chapter 16
The pungent stench of blood reached his nose before Ciaran hit the bottom step. He rushed down the remaining stairs and stormed into the room. In the far corner, Quinn's body and the bodies of two unknown men, riddled with bullet holes, lie crumpled on the floor.
In another corner of the room, Madeline sat on the floor with Jett.
He raced over. “Where were you hit?”
“The bullet just scraped my arm. Jett got one in the arm and one in the leg. Are you hurt, Ciaran? You don't look good.”
“This isn’t my blood.”
“But you are hurt.” She stared into his eyes.
He shook his head slightly, silently telling her not to ask. He didn’t want to advertise in front of Jett the fact his body had been nearly paralyzed by the hit upstairs. “Try to rest your injury,” he told her, looking into
