CIARA'S POV
Brigid’s phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it once, then looked away. It buzzed again. This time she picked it up, sighed, and cut the call.
I stood. “Well… it was nice of you to have us.”
She raised an eyebrow. “So soon?”
I gave her the kind of smile I knew would annoy her—the soft, perfect kind. “I have a lot on my plate now that I’ve been introduced to society. A lot of allies to meet. A lot of parties to be at.”
Her eyes flicked to the wine bottle still sitting untouched on the side table. “Maybe we’ll meet at one of those,” she said.
“Hopefully,” I replied.
Darragh stood and adjusted his jacket. “I’ll lead her out.”
Brigid nodded and started walking the other way. “I’ll go check on your cousin and my son,” she said. “Make them wrap things up.”
“Thank you,”
