12
“Please keep an eye on her. I mean it, Alana.” Bradan put an unconscious Orla on the bed.
Alana stood up from a comfortable reading chair in the corner of the room. “What happened to her?”
“Maeve knocked her out.”
“Again? I knew it. Violent bitch.”
“She was only trying to help.”
Alana’s hands were on her hips. “She’s a white witch, Bradan!”
“She tried to help, and what she did was very complicated. Not just watching Orla as you do.”
“You helped her run away. You talked to Maeve and let her do this to Orla. Now you’re blaming me for not watching her!”
“I’m not blaming you for anything. If I could watch, I’d do so myself.”
“I want to go home. I have a life, Bradan.” Alana strode toward the door.
“Please!”
“What about all the aunts in the family?”
“You’re the only young one, A
