DARRAGH'S POV
I turned when I felt someone watching me.
Sara.
She was standing there, half-shadowed by the breeze that tugged at her hair, and she looked—off. Her eyes were red, her expression caught somewhere between anger and something else I couldn’t place. There was blood on her shirt.
My smile faltered.
I walked up to her slowly. “Sara,” I said, careful. “What’s wrong?”
She blinked like she’d forgotten I was there. “Something got into my eyes,” she said.
That didn’t explain the blood. I looked again, more carefully. It was streaked on her collar, dried into the fabric. “That doesn't explain the rest of this.”
She shrugged. “Must be stress,” she said with a small laugh. “I’m not bleeding anymore.” She leaned forward a little and tilted her head back, pointing to the inside of h
