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The fox woman ran away, and Orla threw herself to the ground next to Lorcan. She didn’t have to be a doctor to know that he was injured very badly . . . again. “Hey. Hang in there for me, okay? I’m going to take you somewhere where they can help you. Just hang in there for me.”
Lorcan opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t force any sound past his lips. He hated to see the tears welling in Orla’s eyes. He tried, but he wasn’t able to move. Yet his mind was crystal clear. There was a surge of something strange running through his body, and he didn’t care for it. It was burning hot. It wasn’t the wounds that held him down. It was something else, something new. He forced his eyes open.
Orla caressed his face. “Okay Lorcan, you have to try for me. I can’t carry you. Come on, baby, si
