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It had turned dark before Roy made it home. He walked into the house, gloriously naked with fox-Lorcan on his shoulders. He walked straight into the guest room and threw fox-Lorcan down on the futon. His blue fur was soaked with wet patches of blood, his left eyelid was torn, his right ear bled, and he was apparently not conscious.
“Oh my God, what happened to him?” Orla asked in panic.
“I beat him up. Stubborn son of a b***h. He’ll heal fast. You don’t need to worry,” Roy said.
Mori came in with a medical kit. She gave it to Orla, and then took a few bandages out and fussed over Roy’s injuries. It looked as if Lorcan had put up a good fight. Mori took Roy back to his room.
Orla cleaned up all the mud and blood on Lorcan, literally from head to tail. She smoothed his magnificent bl
