Chapter 50
Ciaran awoke to find Madeline looking at him. She brushed the hair away from his face and gently touched the bruise on his temple. “I took care of Orla. You’re fine now.” She smiled at him. She didn’t need to say anything further—he knew what he had asked her to do hadn’t been easy. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “Thank you,” he said and smiled at her.
“You’re thanking me for knocking you out? What was it that Orla trying to get out of you? Who’s Lyla? I saw that name in your mind first thing this morning.”
“When the time comes, I’ll tell you. I promise.”
She was about to object, but he squeezed her hand slightly and said, “We have problems at hand that are of a higher priority. You understand that, don’t you?”
She nodded reluctantly as Ciaran rushed over to the compute
