Chapter 35

• DARRAGH'S POV
• I pushed open the pub doors and stepped into a wall of noise and heat. Liquor fumes mingled with sweat and cheap cologne in the amber-lit space. The crowd wasn't exactly the country club type—more the sort who settled arguments with fists rather than words. My gaze swept across the room until I spotted her.
• Ciara sat slumped on a barstool, hair tumbling wildly around her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink, eyes half-lidded as she swayed slightly to music only she could hear. But what made my blood run cold was the man sitting beside her, leaning in close enough to count her eyelashes, his fingers inching toward her hand like a spider.