Chapter Three
Lorcan helped Orla sit up, leaning her against the head of the bed, then he went to get her some water. While Orla took tentative sips and looked at him over the rim of the glass, Lorcan sat at the side of the bed and checked the cut on her arm that he had secured with a bandage. He tried not to look into her eyes because all he saw in them was the trouble that would put to an end the short happy month they’d been living in the Daimon Gate. “What kind of trouble are we in, Orla? Who was the gatekeeper you fought with?” he asked when he thought any further delay on his part would seem odd to her. She told him about the man’s demands. Lorcan said nothing for a long moment. He went to the window and stared silently outside. After a while, he turned to her. “You’d agree with me
