CIARA’S POVThe first contraction hit me like a lightning bolt while I was arranging flowers in the kitchen. One moment I was humming softly to myself, adjusting purple irises in a crystal vase, and the next I was doubled over, gripping the marble countertop so hard my knuckles went white."Oh goddess," I gasped, my breath coming in short bursts. The pain radiated from my lower back around to my belly, squeezing like a giant fist. "Not yet. It's too early."But even I knew that wasn't true. I was thirty-eight weeks along, and this baby had been restless for days. Kicking and rolling like it was running out of room. Which, considering how huge I'd gotten, was probably accurate.Another contraction hit before the first one had fully faded, this one stronger and longer. I cried out, my legs trembling as I tried to stay upright. The vase slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor, water and flower petals scattering across the pristine tiles."Darragh!" I called, my voice cracking wi
CIARA’S POVWe’d barely made it back to the suite before Darragh’s hands were on me again.I’d barely stepped inside before he kicked the door shut behind us and caught my wrist, spinning me into his chest. The sound of the reception was still fading in the distance, the buzz of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. My heels hit the marble floor, and then I was in his arms again like I never left them. His mouth caught mine in a kiss that made my knees weak all over again. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me in place while he devoured me slow and deep, tongue stroking mine, like he was tasting something he’d waited a hundred years for.My arms wrapped around his neck, and I melted into him with a soft whimper that he swallowed greedily. That low, pleased hum in his chest vibrated through me, all the way down. I wasn’t cold. I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t anything except on fire.“Mrs. Byrne,” he murmured against my lips, voice thick and low. “Say it again.”A flush sw
CIARA’S POV (THREE MONTHS LATER)The satin of my wedding dress felt like liquid moonlight against my skin. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the woman looking back at me. Five months ago, I was fighting for my life. Today, I was about to marry the love of my life.The dress was everything I'd dreamed of and nothing I'd ever expected to wear. Ivory silk cascaded from a fitted bodice that hugged my curves like a second skin. Delicate lace sleeves wrapped around my arms, ending in points at my wrists. The neckline dipped just enough to be elegant without being scandalous. A chapel train flowed behind me, embroidered with tiny silver threads that caught the light like stars.My hair was swept up in an intricate bun, with loose curls framing my face. Pearl pins dotted throughout held everything in place. The veil was my mother's, yellowed with age but still beautiful. It fell to my waist, held by a simple silver comb that had belonged to Darragh's gran
CIARA’S POVThe flowers in Darragh's hands trembled slightly in the fall breeze. White lilies and purple irises, bound with a simple ribbon that matched the color of Seraphina's eyes. He'd insisted on stopping at three different florists until he found the exact shade.The cemetery stretched out before us, quiet except for the rustle of autumn leaves. Two headstones sat side by side beneath an old oak tree, their marble surfaces catching the late afternoon sunlight. I stayed back while Darragh approached them, my heart squeezing as I watched him kneel between the graves."Hello, Sera," he said softly, placing the flowers on her headstone. "I brought your favorites."Seraphina's grave was simple but elegant, just her name and dates carved into pristine white marble. No flowery epitaphs or religious symbols. Just the facts of her existence, stark and final. Beside it, Riona's headstone was identical except for the dates. Mother and daughter, reunited in death if not in life.Darragh sta
BRIGID’S POVThe rain hammered against the car roof like bullets. Heavy, relentless, angry. I loved it.My sentinel stood outside with an umbrella, water dripping from his jacket sleeves. He kept glancing at me through the window, probably wondering why I refused to get out. I let him wonder. Because if he had any brains, he would know that I could not get my custom gown wet.Not to mention, the storm felt like a sign, like the universe was finally acknowledging that tonight would change everything.I pressed my fingers to the glass and watched the water stream down in perfect rivulets. Beautiful. Cleansing. This was the kind of weather that washed away old problems and cleared the path for new beginnings.The issue at hand however was that Ronan seemed to be ignoring my calls and texts. Either that or he was having a very busy night. Securing his new Luna was priority after all.When the rain finally stopped, I stepped out with practiced grace. My gown remained pristine despite the w
DARRAGH’S POVThe barrier shimmered and collapsed the moment Seraphina's heart stopped beating. The invisible walls that had trapped her with her mother dissolved into nothing, leaving only rain and silence and the two bodies lying together on the wet cobblestones.I ran.My legs moved without thought, carrying me across the slick ground toward where she lay. My dress shoes slipped on the rain-soaked stones but I didn't slow down. I couldn't slow down. Every second that passed was another second she wasn't breathing, another moment lost.I dropped to my knees beside her so hard the impact sent shockwaves up my spine. Pain meant nothing. The only thing that mattered was the still form in front of me."Sera." Her name came out broken, barely recognizable. I reached for her with shaking hands, pulling her away from her mother's lifeless embrace. Riona's arms fell away easily, too easily. There was no resistance. No fight left in either of them.Seraphina's head lolled back as I lifted he