Chapter Seven
Orla stared at her empty apartment. Lorcan loved her. Not that she hadn’t already known that. But he had committed himself. He bought her the ring, and that had triggered the white curse. Orla felt like crying, but it wouldn’t help. She wasn’t the crying type.
The white curse was designed to protect her. She remembered vividly the voice of her distant aunt. When someone loved her, the love would trigger the black curse to kill her. Thus, to protect her, the white curse would harm whomever loved her. What she’d seen in the dungeon was a sign of the black curse.
Everything came back as if it were just yesterday. The fear. The escape. The darkness. All the things she had chosen to exclude from her life were now clawing their way back in.
But she might be overreacting. The cu
