"You haven't heard a single word I've said, have you?"
"What?" Reyna looked up from the book lying unread in her lap to find Darragh staring at her with a mixture of amusement and concern.
"I'll take that as a 'no.'"
"I'm sorry." She closed the book. "I know I've been a bit spacey since we got back from Scotland."
"Because of Van?" he asked, peering at her with equal parts attentiveness and something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Because of it all. Van, Sibyl almost dying, Griffin literally dying - sort of."
His eyes narrowed. "Griffin? He's fine." Darragh's tone suggested that it had been foolish of her to worry.
"He lost his life, Darragh. Friends, family, job - all of it. All without getting the chance to say goodbye." She stared into the flames of the fireplace, remem
