DARRAGH'S POV

I turned when I felt someone watching me.

Sara.

She was standing there, half-shadowed by the breeze that tugged at her hair, and she looked—off. Her eyes were red, her expression caught somewhere between anger and something else I couldn’t place. There was blood on her shirt.

My smile faltered.

I walked up to her slowly. “Sara,” I said, careful. “What’s wrong?”

She blinked like she’d forgotten I was there. “Something got into my eyes,” she said.

That didn’t ...