Chapter 15
Dusk quickly blanketed the hillside in front of Mon Ciel. Ciaran stood at the entrance, ready to go. His long black coat billowed in the winter breeze. He shifted his left shoulder slightly, easing the tense muscles there caused by the number of injuries his shoulder had suffered. More importantly, he checked to see that his much-needed weapons were in place and ready to go.
It was time to settle any debts, resentment, and lingering hatred that remained in his life.
In the last few days, it had taken a lot of work. It had taken a tremendous amount of careful planning and preparation from everyone inside Mon Ciel. Now, it was time for Ciaran to execute the plan. It was time for him to regain control of his life and the lives of those he loved.
They were not going to be caged
