Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lorcan and Orla dropped down onto soft grass and rolled a bit before they got their footing. He stood up, darting toward Orla to help.
She huffed. “Did we die?”
Lorcan chuckled. “Apparently not. What an epic jump we did!”
“Where the hell are we?” Orla asked.
In front of them were rolling green hills, the scenery of the Irish countryside. Lorcan smiled. He had requested the setting and the scenery that was similar to their homeland. On top of a nearby hill, a stone castle perched. He named the castle after her. He knew that would please her.
Lorcan kissed her. “We’re home.”
She shook her head. “I don’t have a home. We don’t have a home.”
He tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes. “We do now. And we’ve earned it.” He smiled at her. “This is the Daimon Gate,
