Page 120 of Unholy Obsession

Kira exchanges a glance with Isaak before looking my way again. “I don’t know. A little after noon?”

The room is still watching me, but it’s shifting now. The shock is turning into something else—something Idon’twant to name.

“She seemed…” Kira hesitates. “A little off.”

I seize on that immediately. “Offhow?”

Kira shrugs, like she’s trying to remember details that didn’t seem important at the time. “Jittery, I guess? She was checking her phone a lot. But she wasn’t worried. And she said she’d be here tonight.”

Everyone looks around. She’s obviously not here.

“She’s usually late to things,” Quinn says, “But we’ve already been here for an hour and a half. If she’s this late, it probably means she’s ditching.”

My stomach drops, something ugly twisting inside me.

I look back at Kira. “But you said she didn’t look worried?”

Kira shakes her head. “No.” Then she tilts her face, frowning slightly. “She was just… beingMoira. If anything, she looked… excited. I think maybe after she got a text from someone?”

I go completely still.

Excited.

After she got a text from someone.

Someone who wasn’tme.

There’s a long silence, and then Domhnalllaughs. It’s low and sharp, humorless. “Ah, Christ. You really don’t know her at all, do you?”

My head jerks toward him. “What?”

Domhnall takes a slow sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact. “You’re standing here, tearing the goddamn club apart, looking for her like she’s missing.” He lets out a breath, shaking his head. “You married my sister, and youstilldon’t get it.”

I don’t respond. I can’t. Because something is unfurling in my chest, something slow and creeping and fucking cold.

“Shedoes this,” Domhnall continues. “She runs. She gets restless and goes off on these wild benders, screwing whoever she wants, drinking herself into oblivion. Then she comes back like nothing happened.”

I flinch.

I hear Quinn sigh before she steps in. “Look, man… I get that this is new for you, but Moira’s always been—” She hesitates. “Unpredictable.”

I don’t even realize my hands are clenched into fists until my nails dig into my palms.

“She’s mywife,” I grind out.

Quinn winces like the word physically pains her. “Yeah, well. That was a choice, wasn’t it?”

The unspokenYou should’ve known betterhangs between us.

I can feel the eyes on me. Pitying. Some apologetic, some amused. Like I’m the naive fool who thought he could keep her.

Like I thought I wasdifferent.

Domhnall leans forward, voice mocking. “Tell me, Father. Did you think you’d be the one tochangeher?”

I exhale slowly through my nose, locking my jaw, fighting the urge to break his fucking teeth.

“I was never looking to change her.”

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