Chapter 62
Ciaran scrambled back up to his feet. He didn’t quite get his balance, so he staggered and grabbed at something that looked like a standing monitor on a table. He felt hands holding his shoulders up before be crashed onto the table. “Easy, brother.”
Ciaran shook his head to clear his mind. The haze was still there. The pain was still lingering but manageable. Tadgh was holding him. Madeline? He looked around. He was in the computer lab at Orla castle. Lorcan, Orla, Nick, Tadgh, and Jo were there. But there was no sign of Madeline.
His gaze stopped on Orla’s face. He knew what she had done. “Thank you,” Ciaran said.
Orla nodded. “You might not care for my approach. But there was poison in your body and traces of magic practiced on your mind. The combination should have killed
