Oh God, did this have something to do with Maxim? Had he hurt Cian because of Henry?
“What the fuck does that mean?” Mac barked.
“I don’t know, and until Cian can tell us, we don’t tell Maddie.”
“But—”
“Caity.” Freyja stepped in front of me. “He will be alright. Maddie will be alright. Let’s just trust whoever this Dread is and go to the hospital. Cian wouldn’t want Maddie in danger, so if he doesn’t want her there yet, then we don’t tell her.”
I nodded frantically; Freyja was right. Cian would never put Maddie in danger, which meant coming to the hospital would put her at risk.
“Okay, let’s go.”
It didn’t take long to get to Massachusetts General. I went to the desk and asked for Cian McCarthy.
“Are you family?”
“Yes, I’m his wife.” I didn’t waver from my words. I didn’t hesitate with them because that was who I was. I was his. He might not want me, but the truth was, I didn’t want anyone else. I’d made my peace with being alone long before Cian and I got together.
I could do it again.
“The doctors have taken him up to surgery. Please have a seat in the waiting room, and someone will come and speak to you as soon as they have any information.”
I clenched my teeth together. I wanted to scream at the woman whose only fault was doing her job. I stood there staring at her, my fists tight against the counter.
“Caity, come sit down.” Freyja took my hand and led me away from the woman who was ignoring me. I sat down in a chair and stared at the doorway, willing someone to walk through it.
I stood up quickly when Dread stepped into the waiting room.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked as I rushed to him.
He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “I’m sorry, babe. I think I got to him in time.”
I pulled back. “You think?” I snapped. “How did you know he was there?” I demanded, shoving him away from me.
“I didn’t.” Dread denied my accusation with his hands in the air. “After lunch, I went to see Lucy.”
“Who the fuck is Lucy?” Sal asked.
I rolled my eyes at my brother. “Lucy Travers, Dread fucked her after lunch.”
“I thought you were going to fuck him in the bathroom?”
I spun around on my brother. “What the fuck, Sal? Do you have my office bugged?” My brother’s eyes quickly dropped to the floor. “Braesal O’Malley, is my office bugged?” I asked, my hands on my hips.
Sal looked up at me, and Mac whispered, “Answer carefully, boss.”
“Yes, your office is bugged.” I dropped my hands from my hips at the same time my mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe my brother had bugged my office.
“In my defense, I had forgotten about the bug.”
“Explain. Now,” I growled through gritted teeth.
“I bugged the office when Tyran was in there.”
“Wait a second,” Duncan interrupted. “You bugged Ty’s office? Did you bug all our offices?”
“No. Only his.”
