CIARA'S POV

The forest was dark. The kind of darkness that felt alive, crawling across my skin with sticky fingers. My feet were bare, slicing against roots and thorns, but I kept running. I didn’t know where I was going. Just away. Away from them.

A twig snapped.

My heart stopped.

Then I saw them.

Ronan. Ewan. Brigid.

They stepped out from the trees like they had always belonged to the shadows. All three of them held knives, silver catching moonlight like it wanted to mock me. I stumbled ...