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A beam of bright light assaulted Lorcan’s eyes. He squinted and blinked, feeling incredibly groggy. Then he heard Orla’s soothing voice and felt her cool hands on his face. The light was too bright. It blinded him, and he blinked again.
“There you are! Hello!” When the light dimmed, he was able to see her smiling face. She kissed his cheek and traced her lips down to his. He stopped the kiss, holding her face up so he could see her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
She grinned. “Perfect.” Then she kissed him again.
“Are you okay, Orla? Tell me what’s going on, honey.” Then he saw a bracelet strapped to his right wrist, one similar to Orla’s. “Crap.” He winced and sat up. He was lying on a lab bench and wearing something that looked like a hospital gown. “What the hell is this?” He pulled at th
