Chapter 52
Madeline flopped onto a cold stone floor so hard the she could hear her bones rattle. She couldn’t remember much except for some flashes of light and feeling as if she was flying through a tunnel of bright light. Then she awoke here, in a stone chapel.
She glanced around. This wasn’t the lab, and Ciaran was nowhere to be seen. She wasn’t sure she was even in the same century. She was conscious, and she didn’t need to pinch herself to know that. The bone-crushing fall pained her, and it wasn’t the sort of pain she would experience in a dream.
She knew the pain of nightmares. She’d had too many of them to count, and this chapel, the air around her, and the feel of the cold breezes and the vivid stench of rotting flesh was much more real than what she would experience in nightma
