CIARA’S POV

I watched Eamon's eyes flick between me and Ewan, and I could practically see the gears turning in his head. His expression shifted from concern to something sharper, more calculating.

"Do you two have bad blood or something?" he asked, his voice careful but direct.

I felt my jaw clench. The question hung in the air between us, and I could feel Ewan's stare boring into the side of my head. I didn't look at him. I couldn't.

"I know it's not my place to say," I started, my words ...