CIARA'S POV
My stomach growled at the worst possible moment.
I pulled my hand away from Darragh like I'd been caught stealing bread. "That is so embarrassing," I muttered, though a laugh was already escaping my lips.
Darragh chuckled, low and warm. "Sounds like we need to fix that. I know just the place."
"What, you have a restaurant for inappropriate stomach noises? How specific." I raised an eyebrow, enjoying the way his lips quirked up at the corners.
My phone vibrated again—probably the fiftieth time since I left the estate—and this time, I didn't even bother to look. I shut it off completely and shoved it into my pocket. For tonight, I didn't want to be anyone's daughter, anyone's Luna, or anyone's healer.
Just Ciara.
The drive was short, and when we pulled up to the restauran
