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Chapter 27

Madison flinched, and then shook her head. “I don’t think there’s any point in trying to defend myself. If you’ve found me guilty of treason because I was with the rebels, what can I do to prove I’m innocent?”

Tiernan let out a scathing laugh. “Aidan found your book.”

She frowned. “What book?”

“The one filled with meticulous information about my daily schedule, personal habits, and weaknesses.” He had to clench his hands to keep from reaching out to shake her as he relived the moment Aidan had handed him the leather-bound, handwritten journal with a look of deep regret. It had been the moment when any illusions about what he’d really had with Madison had crumbled to ash. “I think the most disturbing thing was the sketches and instructions for how to make dynamite.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you could do something so horrible.”

“I didn’t. I could never do that.” She slammed her hand on the table, crying out when she accidentally embedded a piece of glass in her pal