DARRAGH'S POV

The second the bedroom door shut behind me, I tore open the verandah doors and stepped out into the night. The cold air hit me like a slap but didn’t do a damn thing to quiet the fire burning in my chest. I leaned against the stone rail, gritting my teeth, and let out a scream that ripped from my throat like a wild thing finally let loose.

I hated this feeling.

This powerlessness.

This tight, suffocating rope that came with carrying the Byrne name while my father still ...