Chapter 61
Madeline drifted down. And down. She swam in a dark space. Then she landed on firm ground inside a very plain chapel. The place looked familiar—long hall, arched pillars, and altar at the far end.
She approached a door, the only door in the room, and pushed it open.
She was immediately pulled into the room and surrounded by several Madelines. The door slammed behind her—there was no way out.
At the other end of the room stood Ciaran, covered in blood, gripping his daggers. He looked at her like she was a stranger.
Hundreds of creatures in the room in female form flew at him. He slaughtered them before they touched him. But that wasn’t the problem.
She could see the deadly problem.
There were hundreds of creature taking her likeness. They looked identical to her. They appr
