Chapter 44
The semitransparent ceiling of the hallway leading to the grand meeting hall let in a spray of bright white light. It was the equivalent of morning on Earth. Ciaran glanced at his wrist unit. It stated unit sixty-seven in the morning, Eudaizian time. He was early to the meeting. He made a mental note to ask Tadgh to develop a system to convert the universe’s time to a more Earth-friendly time reference.
When he had finished in the bathroom earlier, Madeline was no longer in the bedchamber. She had left a note on the table. “See you at the council meeting. Love. Madeline.”
Everything about that message was wrong. The tone. The writing. The signature. He didn’t like it one bit. He approached the control panel in the bedchamber to call her then decided against it. That would def
