Chapter 58
Madeline woke in a cold stone room. She sat up and tried to gather her bearings. It was a round room that looked like a tower. Medieval-style torches hung on the walls, shedding enough light for her to see the door and figure out that she was locked inside.
A tiny and useless window was located near the ceiling. She couldn’t even tell whether it was day or night by looking at it. She couldn't be in another castle, could she? If she ever got back to New York, she swore she would never visit another castle again.
Madeline couldn’t remember much except for the cold water and rocks of ice that kept hitting her. She remembered the dark water and Ciaran's hand slipping away from hers.
Where was everyone?
A white dove landed at the hole she called a window. It cooed.
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