Chapter 19
Madeline sat on a bench beside the sidewalk, waiting for Jett to come out of his friend’s small medical clinic. After they left Ciaran, Jett had called his associates, and a car picked them up and drove them here.
She didn’t know this part of New York at all. It was like a different country to her. She wondered how Ciaran was doing and whether he had taken the car she left for him.
Although her psychic ability wasn’t working, she could still feel every vein in her body nearly bursting with anxiety. She promised herself she would hold tight until Jett had patched up his injuries and left for safety. Then she’d call Ciaran. He’d understand. It wasn’t like they’d never had a fight before.
After a short while, she gave in to her anxiety and called Ciaran’s wrist unit. A red flag
