CIARA'S POV
I didn't mean to ask. I really didn't.
I had been the one to say not now. Not yet. But as we walked back toward where my car was parked, something inside me refused to stay still. The silence between us was thick, like it had its own pulse. I turned to him before I could stop myself.
"When did you come back?" I asked, my voice too soft to sound casual.
He looked up slightly, like the question caught him off guard. The afternoon sunlight caught in his eyes, turning them to amber. "A day before my second ball," he said. "Probably the same day you returned."
I stopped walking. My breath caught in my throat. The afternoon air suddenly felt electric between us.
"That's why the future changed," I murmured.
Darragh nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "You were always my mate,"
