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Orla ran as fast as she could in the woods. She remembered the general direction of Lorcan’s house. If her calculations were right, she would be there in no time. The image of the bullet hitting him replayed countless times in her head and burned like fuel that made her run even faster. She knew he had to survive first in order for the wound to heal. When they were on the island and he was shot by arrows, Ciaran had to pull them out so that his wound could start healing. Who would do it for him this time? Removing a bullet wasn’t exactly the kind of skill that just anyone had.
Suddenly, she smelled smoke. Someone was nearby. She caught a glimpse of a fire and crept among the trees to get closer. She recognized Uncle Daly and Bradan. They appeared to be arguing, but she was too far awa
