Chapter Twenty-Five
Orla woke to find herself in Lorcan’s arms on a couch at Riley’s place. As she tried to sit up, he pulled her back into his arms. He kissed her forehead. “Rest a few more minutes,” he said.
“I’m not tired. How’s Riley?”
“No more seizures, but he’s still not up.”
“Noah?”
“With the cat! Now tell me what the voice meant when we were out there.”
“I told you about the curses.”
“Yes, but what just happened was new, right?”
She sighed and snuggled into Lorcan’s chest. “I’ll take a few more minutes,” she said and closed her eyes. She needed time to figure out how to deal with this new situation.
“The black curse is unbreakable now,” she muffled into his chest later. “When I called for the dark spirit at Fossey Way, the one that held the black curse, I effectively broke
