10
Twenty minutes or so later, they’d found the temple. From the outside, there was nothing special about it. It was quiet and peaceful. The curvy roofs decorated with beautiful oriental symbols and painted with red and gold were mesmerizing. The landscape and the garden were designed and maintained meticulously with love and passion. Orla admired the temple so much that she totally forgot the gigantic problem now in front of her—the temple equals dead people, and Lorcan suffered from severe necrophobia, a fear of dead things. He had said nothing yet, but he paused on the path and looked at the temple as if it would eat him alive.
She turned and approached Lorcan, reaching out to touch his shoulders and give him comfort and assurance, but he raised his arms to stop her. “I’ll be okay.”
