Blood in the dark

He held my hand as we walked back to the table, my mind a mess. Believe us? Hell, even I believed it. Was it just for show? I looked at him under my eyelashes; no way that was fake. Graham clapped Cian on the shoulder when we sat down, “Way to go, don’t let anybody else dance with your lass. Especially not him; he’ll steal your girl in front of you.” Graham pointed at his nephew, who I just now noticed at the table. I blushed, and he laughed. “I don’t think I stand a chance there.” Tom stood up, bowed, and announced that his break was over. Soon he was back on stage with the fiddle in hand. I didn’t dare look at Cian, but I felt his presence burning beside me.