Chapter 40

• DARRAGH'S POV
• I stood in the bathroom longer than I needed to. The shower had stopped running ten minutes ago, but I lingered, one hand gripping the towel around my waist while the other wiped steam from the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, water droplets clinging to my shoulders.
• The tattoo on my forearm seemed to mock me now. The tree with its roots digging deep into the earth—a symbol of brotherhood and loyalty that now marked me for death.