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Heat. That was all he could feel. A wave of fire that carried incinerating heat was flying toward him. Lorcan stared at it as if it was a movie clip shown in slow motion. Once that fire brushed over him, Lorcan knew all that would be left of him was a pile of ashes. He was stuck beneath a collapsed brick dome, half of his body was buried, and his legs were crushed. He didn’t think there were any bones left intact, so even if the bricks and stones didn’t crumble down upon him, he wouldn’t be able to move out of the way of the fire anyway.
As death loomed close, he thought of Orla. He hadn’t had a chance to marry her properly. He thought of his family in Ireland, too, and regretted taking their love for granted. If there were a God—and somehow that God was compassionate enough to grant h
