Chapter 56
Madeline glided down the long corridor to the bed chamber. She had to stop herself from breaking out into a dance. Not only she had gotten the antidote, but she had also found a solution to Moira’s five-hundred-year-old problem—and without the need of super soldiers.
The electronic door to the room slid open to reveal Ciaran sitting in the armchair, his eyes narrowed. “What in God’s name happened to your face?” he snapped.
She felt a faint female sense in the room, hovering in the air. She couldn’t figure out whose it was. She just knew it was female. Madeline wiped at the drop of blood on her split lip. “A mild altercation.”
“If I hadn’t snapped out of the drug’s effects, would you have told me where you had gone, or would you simply have climbed back into bed and pretended
