CIARA’S POV

The vision slammed into me like a freight train.

Rain pounded against concrete. The air reeked of gunpowder and death. Darragh's voice, raw with desperation, screamed my name across the darkness.

"CIARA!"

The sickening crack of a bullet piercing his skull echoed through my mind. Blood splattered across my vision in vivid red streaks. His body crumpled to the ground like a broken doll, wearing the exact same charcoal suit he had on right now.

I stumbled backward on the dance floor, ...