DARRAGH’S POV

The world tilted.

That was the only way I could explain it. One second I was walking into the room with Eamon, my mind still heavy from everything that had happened, and the next—there she was.

Sara.

On my father's ward bed. His hand wrapped around her waist like he owned her. Like she belonged to him.

My stomach turned inside out. The air left my lungs in one sharp exhale.

She scrambled away from him so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet. Her face went white. Guilty ...