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Ciaran stabbed at the creature until its life was drained. When they were certain it was dead, they turned the body over. Ciaran yanked open a layer of wrinkled skin on its belly, pulling loose the knife with the stone tucked inside. The creature wriggled, its eyes sparking again with energy. Ciaran used the knife with the indigo stone to stab it in the heart.
This time, steam was expelled from its heart and brain. It was finally dead.
Ciaran flopped onto the ground, puffing.
Orla rushed to Lorcan, asking, “What happened to your eyes?”
“They bled a bit. But they’re okay now.”
Orla wiped away the blood on his face and looked into his striking blue eyes. She kissed his cheek. Lorcan brushed a tear that escaped from her eye. “I’ve only got fifty percent of my vision back now, but it’
