“If you think it’s right, then you’re sorely mistaken,” Ciaran said, “but you always told me to deal with the consequences of my decisions, so here’s your chance to show me how.” He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Immediately he was surrounded and dragged into the center of the village square. The women looked disgusted and afraid; the men looked angry and determined. Only Dolan, standing on the edges of the crowd, looked ashamed.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ciaran asked. By now Niamh and the others had escaped. And they’d forgotten about Brenna.
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