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At the edge of the woods, Lorcan turned around. “I broke the curse on my parents, and as a result, Orla died. Is that what this is all about? Is that what you saw, Keeva?”
“No. I don’t know . . . You don’t know that Orla is dead.”
“What curse?” Riley asked.
“You don’t need to know, Riley. But I need to see for myself.” Lorcan turned around and hurried away. He tore through the forest like it was nothing, breaking through the tall grasses and young trees as he ran blindly.
He had no idea where Orla’s house was, but he followed his instinct. There was a familiar trail of her scent in the air, and he followed it. He didn’t know when his sense had become that developed, but he could feel every delicate scent and sound around him. He kept running.
And there it was. He stopped just insi
