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Lorcan turned to her, meeting her gaze and dropping to a knee in front of her, his head bowed. "He wanted to die." he answered after a moment's contemplation. "Nothing but that could have made him goad me in such a way. I shouldn't have risen to the bait. I lost control.." he frowned. "He...

He felt his stomach drop at Maeve's decision, but he lowered his chin in a quiet nod in acceptance. His eyes remained on his father, however, and Lorcan could feel the edges of his vision darken as Midir dared touch Maeve's hand, as he brushed his lips against her precious skin. It took more...

Unfortunately you are my son... Lorcan's expression hardened at his father's words, in effort to hide the hurt, shame and anger he felt writhe in his chest. He had grown accustomed to Midir's callousness over the years, and yet was a bitter reminder of where he stood in his father's eyes. That...

Lorcan squeezed at the back of his neck as he paced, trying his best not to look at Maeve's reaction. He could feel it already, and his jaw clenched at his father's delivery of such news. "I didn't actually threaten anyone.." he answered dryly, drawing a look of disdain across his father's face...

Though he was relieved to hear Maeve say she was fine, the sight of Midir's suffocating presence in the same room as her caused every muscle in his body to tense. His jaw clenched at her mention of his father's politeness. He knew all too well the façade Midir could put on, the charming exterior...

Something was off. Had shifted. Lorcan found himself running toward the sunroom, tugged by the thread of the bond he shared with Mae. His heart pounded. Had it stopped pounding so hard at all since he had left her? Golden eyes settled on her first, and then widened slightly as they fixed on his...

Where are you?.. He needed her, needed to see her, to know that she was safe, that she could still even bear to look at him. His heart pounded in his chest as he flew as quickly as he could toward the Orchard, his brothers not far behind. His senses were wide open, searching, reaching for her...

Lorcan's body trembled with the exertion as he poured every ounce of rage, every bit of pain he'd felt into his assault, and in that moment, he relished the bastard's twisted, gargled screams as his and Maeve's power destroyed him. It was a terrible sight, even to him, but he was only sorry it...

Lorcan's response was a venomous snarl as he pressed forward, relentless in his fury. Blow after blow, he struck with the force of a tempest unleashed, his anger fueling every movement. Shadows coiled around Mercutio in attempt to bind him tightly as Lorcan's voice dripped with scorn. "Did you...

The wall and window crumbled and the pair hit the ground so hard the left a large crater and scar in the earth where they skidded through the flower beds. Lorcan's response was swift and decisive. As Mercutio's fire magic surged towards him, shadows that swirled around him, shaping themselves...

The edge of that blade that Lorcan currently walked upon was razor-thin, and the abyss of unrestrained fury yawned beneath him, tempting him to plunge into its depths. Raphael's voice was distant, the screams pierced his consciousness too, but Mercutio's was far louder. Nothing, however, was as...

Mercutio's words struck like a flint on his tongue, igniting an answering flame that set Lorcan's blood on fire. His composed façade wavered for a moment as the vivid image of Maeve's suffering flashed before his eyes—the physical wounds on her beautiful skin and the deeper scars that now marred...

"They won't be out for long.." Lorcan muttered bitterly as he crossed the threshold. He wouldn't have thought twice about slaughtering the guards had it not been for Maeve's voice that seemed a constant echo in his mind, even with his senses slammed shut. The imprint of Maeve's vulnerability...

Raphael's advice was met with a quick glare as his back teeth ground together with the effort of not lashing out at him. Calm was the last thing he felt - his rage only heightened now with how far he was from Maeve. Armanthea had gotten her wish, it seemed, and here he was torn away from his...

Lorcan's raven wings folded gracefully as he touched down, the humid, summer air around them seemed to hum with tension, an unspoken acknowledgment of the gravity of their mission. Raphael's remark about second thoughts earned him a wry half-smile from Lorcan, though his eyes held a darkened...