Chapter 30
They exited a long hallway that led to a large reception room. A tall woman waited there. Madeline didn’t need an introduction to know that she was Ciaran’s mother. It wasn’t just her beauty that Madeline wished she could have a fraction of when she got to that age, but her formidability.
The woman’s long, dark hair was tied at the nape of her neck. Her lean, oval face was lit up with striking almond eyes, as sharp as a laser. Madeline could see that hidden somewhere in those cold eyes was the love, care, and warmth of a mother. But her affection was controlled, masked, and disguised so skillfully that had she not had years of experience in a job where she had to see through layers of lies, Madeline wouldn’t have been able to see it.
“You were injured because of this girl, or
