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 ...