Chapter 8
Madeline stepped down from the motorbike. She peeled off her helmet, giving it back to Ciaran. "I will never ever ride with you again, Ciaran.”
Ciaran grinned. “Only my little brother is afraid of speed."
“That wasn’t just speed—it was ridiculously insanely suicidal speed. I have no intention of dying today. We have children to take care of, Ciaran. And don’t try to be cute. Even that signature grin of yours won’t save you.”
“I’m sorry, First Councillor."
"No, you’re not. But I’ll deal with that later. It’s on the record.” She slapped his shoulder lightly.
“My bad,” he said and grinned again.
She tilted her chin at a charming white townhouse at the end of a street in a quiet suburban area just outside New York. "Nice place."
"Indeed. I’ve been here a couple of times. It's
