Chapter Eighteen
Orla waved everyone away. The jasmine smell was thickening by the second. Noah cried and tried to run to Lorcan, who was lying in the car, blood seeping out of his wounds along with his strength, his life force. It took both Mya and Riley to keep Noah away.
Next to the car, Orla had traced a triangle in the mud. She remembered the ritual as if it had just been yesterday when she learned it. Regardless of how painful the memory was, regardless of what happened next, Orla had to do this. She couldn’t lose Lorcan.
She mumbled the sorcery curse and then used the knife she had taken from the dead body of the attacker to cut off a bit of her hair. Then she chanted the curse a few more times. The wind started to blow. The scent of jasmine wafted into the wind and whirled about
