Chapter 28
The sound of the tires rolling over the gravel on the long driveway woke Madeline. She sat up in the back seat and beheld the magnificence of Mon Ciel. It was a palace—Ciaran’s home. She didn’t need an introduction to know where she was and what she was seeing. This place was a world in itself—separated from the outside world.
It was more than a castle, Madeline thought. This palace had the warm feeling of a home. This was the place that Ciaran called home, the place that he would not share with outsiders. But wasn’t he sharing it with her by bringing her here, though? Don’t flatter yourself, she thought. Who knew how many women had shared his bed in this palace?
She rubbed her forehead. Her head was pounding. As Ciaran stopped the car, Madeline recalled what had happened bef
