CIARA'S POV
Darragh walked up to me like he hadn’t expected to see me there, pleasantly surprised but guarded all the same. I noticed the exact moment his expression shifted—softness tightening into something more serious, like worry.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
I raised the bottle of wine a little and smiled. “I brought this. For Luna Brigid. Just to say thank you.”
He didn’t smile back.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s vain, I know. You shouldn’t worry about it.”
“Oh,” he said, but it wasn’t lighthearted. It was quiet. Like something was bothering him and he didn’t know how to say it.
To keep from fidgeting under his stare, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “What about you? What brings you here?”
He looked over his shoulder, back at the house. “Kind of the same thing. Alth
