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“Wait,” Lorcan said helplessly, although he knew the Host could no longer hear him. Then he saw a small object lying on the sand. Lorcan picked it up and grinned at Orla. “Wicked old man,” he muttered.
“Hush. What if he can hear you?”
Lorcan grinned again. In his hand was a wrist unit. It must be the communicator that connected directly to Ciaran. Lorcan entered the commands, and a holocast arrived, casting a circle of light in the sand. Inside it stood Ciaran LeBlanc, with a face that God had created when he was in a very good mood and the body of a warrior. Ciaran looked to be in a hurry, his hair tousled and his shirt unbuttoned. Ciaran was astonished to see Lorcan at the other end of the holocast.
“Lorcan?!”
Lorcan nodded.
“Do you realize you just hit the panic button of my pr
