Chapter 9
Madeline followed Ciaran as he bolted to the fence line of Mon Ciel as soon as security cleared Lindsay’s car.
She was anxious about Jo and Tadgh, but her psychic mind was telling her they were unharmed. Ciaran had no psychic ability. Regardless of what she had told him, the short hour had dragged like a torturous decade for him. He was worried sick about what might have happened to Tadgh and Jo.
Madeline yanked the car door open on Jo’s side. Jo hopped out.
“I’m all right,” she said and rushed to Tadgh’s side. Tadgh pushed the door open. “I can get out of the car myself, lady!” he muttered and wobbled out.
“What’s the problem, Tadgh?” Ciaran asked.
“Nothing,” Tadgh snapped.
“He twisted his ankle,” Jo said.
“I landed wrong. That’s all. And I can certainly speak for myself
