“Are you okay, Maddy?” Cillian asked after Belinda was gone.
“What have I done?” Madison said, sliding down into a chair. “I could have had my sight back and everything could have been normal again.”
“By normal you mean you could have been tortured by demons every day,” Cillian pointed out.
“Where am I going to go, Cillian?” Madison asked. “I need to call Azrael.”
Cillian wanted to tell her she could come here. She could be a part of this pack, this family. She already was in his eyes. Instead, he handed her his phone and watched her leave the room. Madison needed time to process this. She didn’t need more emotions added to the situation.
The holiday seemed somber after the morning’s events. R
