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Orla thought she had stopped breathing. She darted forward, and fireballs flew at the criminal like fireworks. In the haze of confusion, smoke, and the smell of burnt flesh, she didn’t realize she had cleared the entire gang out with her fire and Fox Face had just knocked down the last man standing.
Orla knelt down in front of Lorcan, gently stroking his cheek. “Lorcan? Can you hear me? Talk to me, baby.”
He groaned and opened his eyes. “I hate it when women are still standing, and I’m the one lying on the ground. You’ve got to teach me some of that magic of yours.”
“Sure thing.” Orla helped him sit up.
“I’ll heal, as you’ve already seen.”
“All right. But it’ll still take a while. Now stand up for me.” She slid her arm around his waist. “There you go.” He stood up straight, stumbl
