Chapter 44
Daryl's POV
Just before I could stop myself, I dragged up from my seat and headed for the door.
The second I saw Ciara stumble out of the dining hall, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach like she was holding herself together, I was on my feet. I rushed after her without hesitation, ignoring the sound of my name being called from behind and the confused glances shot my way from everyone still seated at the table.
It wasn’t calculated. Hell, it didn’t even make sense. But I didn’t care. I couldn't afford to. Not when the image of her face, twisted in pain and drained of all its usual warmth, was burned into my mind. Her hand clutched her stomach like something inside her was tearing her apart. Her skin was pale, almost sickly, and it didn’t look like she had the streng
