Chapter Twenty-Eight
Inside the house, a strong and strange wind smashed the glass windows and swirled around the living room. “Oh no,” Orla muttered. “Lorcan, come back to me. Whatever you and Riley are doing, wrap it up and come back right now.” She touched Lorcan and felt him burning with fever. “Oh God.” She ran to Riley’s bedroom. Riley started seizing again. The wind broke the window in Riley’s room. She tried to hold Riley. He wasn’t responding.
“Noah!” Orla yelled, and Noah rushed in from his bedroom. “Hold your father.” Riley calmed instantly at Noah’s touch. “He responds to you. So just keep him calm, okay?” Noah nodded. Orla hurried back to the living room. On the sofa, a stream of blood ran from Lorcan’s mouth.
In the field, the forest and the meadow had caught on fire. Lorc
