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Lying on the ground, looking up at the demonic version of Alana, Lorcan said, “Give up your leadership pursuit, Alana. I know you’ve worked your whole life for this, but it’s over. I want to spare your life.”
Alana laughed. “How kind of you, thinking about sparing my life while I am kicking your ass!” She laughed again, but the laugh grew bitter.
Lorcan saw a broken soul beneath the evil facade. At the riverbank, he knew she had meant some of what she’d said. She’d used magic to read his mind and had stumbled upon the memories of him stalking Orla during his childhood. She’d tapped into it, and it had chewed up her subconscious and had become her own memories. When she’d said she wanted a taste of him, what she had meant was she’d wanted a taste of true love—and not with him but with
