Chapter 50
Ciaran drew in the fresh air and opened his eyes. His face was pressed against the wet, cold grass, and his hands gripped a bunch of wildflowers. Fear flooded back into his mind. Madeline! He scrambled to his feet.
A few feet away, Madeline lay on the ground, staring into the big eyes of a young deer. The light brown deer with white dots on his back was licking her face. Ciaran felt delirious. He shook his head.
The gate opening had happened so fast. He couldn’t recall the events. But he didn’t want to recall anyway as that would include the scene of the two daggers stabbing into Madeline.
He couldn’t take that pain. Not again. He now understood what it had felt like for her at Fountains Abbey when he was shot. It was the most helpless feeling he had ever experienced.
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