When it was the men's turn, they each tossed a rose and shoveled a pile of – miraculously dry – dirt into the grave. Draco was the first to do so, and when he returned to her side, she could see from the familiar and terrifying glint in his grey eyes that a storm was brewing. A reckoning was coming. Marcus would be avenged. The IRA would pay for what they did; for what they took from their family; for the life they ended far too young.