Chapter 52
Madeline chuckled to herself—the idiotic zombie didn’t know Conan was Ciaran’s father. Conan had decorated the reception hall of his residence in the Daimon Gate so that it looked exactly like Mon Ciel, their home at Henley-on-Thames. Ciaran had told her his father had reproduced every small detail of Mon Ciel’s Great Reception room and that it hurt him to think of how much his father had missed home all these years.
“The man matches the description you gave me.”
“I can show you ten men that match that description. The Host of the Daimon Gate has cloned many decoys,” Ciaran said.
“Why didn’t you inform us?”
“I wasn’t aware he used decoys in his own home. But I’ve heard that people received communication from him just this morning, and he attended his meetings at central. No
