A moment later, Orla returned to the main hall of Ciaran’s residence and faced a blast of hollow air. She drew in a breath. It wasn’t the air that was hollow, but it was the emptiness of a space without Lorcan in it. She’d given him enough time to leave to do whatever it was that he had to do. She had left to play with the children because she knew if she had hung around him, he wouldn’t have left. She wanted him to sort out whatever problem he was dealing with, otherwise it would haunt him for the rest of his life. But it still stung to face the reality of it.
Ciaran was looking out a window, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“I’d like to go to where you sent Lorcan.”
Ciaran turned around. “I didn’t send him. He went by himself, and I’m sure he’ll be back soon. In the meantime, you’ll s
