Chapter 147

• SPECIAL CHAPTER: EWAN’S POV
• I watched in frozen horror as my brother raised the gun toward Ciara's floating, glowing form. Time stretched like taffy, each second feeling like an eternity.
• My mind flashed to Eamon's words from earlier. The vision of Darragh's death. My own fear of being seen as dangerous, as someone capable of such violence. And suddenly, with terrifying clarity, I understood why Eamon had been hot and cold with me. Why he'd looked at me sometimes like he was waiting for me to snap.