Chapter 3
Madeline rolled over to find Ciaran’s side of the bed empty and cold. She sat up too quickly, making herself slightly dizzy. They were in a hotel room. This was the most cynical twisted joke fate had played on them since they’d left Earth. Ciaran had run a global pharmaceutical conglomerate before they’d left. He’d had the red carpet laid at his feet wherever he went. But now they had to stay in a downtown hotel like ordinary humans.
She sighed, resigned to the situation. The truth was that, although they were Eudaizians now, once a human, always a human. Her psychic ability wasn’t flaring, so that meant Ciaran was fine. Perhaps he’d just sneaked out for a walk.
New York had been her home for thirty-three years. Although she’d had an ordinary life as a journalist, she had so m
