DARRAGH'S POV

The road blurred in front of me. My hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tight, knuckles pale. I should've been thinking about how warm Ciara's kiss had felt. The way she looked at me right before she stepped out of the car. But all I could think about was the lie.

I had told her she was the one who died. That her daughter... Erin... wasn't part of that bloodbath.

But it wasn’t true.

In my first life, Erin O'Donoghue was just as much a casualty. No one really knew what ...