CIARA’S POV

I could see Luna Dayo gathering herself, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. She looked at me, then at Darragh, and I could tell she was making some kind of decision.

"Thank you for those words," she said quietly. "Both of you. I... I needed to hear them."

She stood up from the bed, smoothing down her dress. "Ciara, could I speak with you alone for a moment?"

Darragh's head snapped up, his expression immediately suspicious. "That's ominous. Why wouldn't you ...