Chapter 21
She tiptoed across the cold tiled floor of the foyer, through a dark, cobblestoned courtyard to the reception desk and asked for a key to get back into her room.
“I’ll be fine getting back by myself. Thank you,” she said to the concierge who offered to escort her back to her room.
“Very well ma’am. And the King’s suite is on the top floor, at the end of the East Wing.”
“I’m in the Queen’s suite.”
“I know, ma’am. But I thought you . . . Oh, I beg your pardon . . .” The concierge nodded a goodbye and scurried out of the reception room as fast as he could while Madeline glared at him.
In his room, Ciaran yanked off his shirt and tossed it onto the bed. He went into the bathroom to try to get a look at his back in the mirror. He peeled the bandage off so hard that the new woun
