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“I can teach you some techniques,” I said to Carol. “To hone your gift.”
“How come you know so much about it?” Eddie asked.
I grinned. “I’ve been around.”
Chapter 21
DARA
I TOOK one of Lorcan’s arms over my shoulder and helped him upstairs to his bedroom.
“Honestly,” Lorcan said, “it’s not that bad.”
“There’s no sense taking any chances.” Guiding him onto the unmade bed, I knelt down to untie his shoelaces. “Lie here for an hour and we’ll see how you are then. It does look a lot better, mind. The colour is almost back to normal.” While checking his knee, I couldn’t help but admire the way Lorcan’s white GAA shorts cut into his pink, fleshythighs. I tugged off his shoes and put them under the bed.
He swung around so he was lying flat.
wince you did tells me this was a good idea,” I said. “I’ll get you a cup of tea. Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich.”
He shook his head.
I put my hands on my hips. “This is getting more dangerous. It could have easily been your skull instead of your knee.”
“You don’t think this is anything to do with…” He gestured around himself. “This?”
I know I should have told him about my spell. But I didn’t. “I most certainly do. And it confirms what I’d been worried about — this isn’t confined to the farm. It’s connected to you.”
I wasn’t lying. My spell shouldn’t have caused any problems but everything had been amplified lately, from my aura reading to Carol’s ESP. And Lorcan was at the heart of it.
“I still don’t understand why the offering and reburial didn’t work,” I said. “I’ve been doing a banishing ritual every evening and I’ve smudged the whole house with sage from top to bottom. I don’t know, maybe I need to do some reading.”
“The only library in the village is the one at the national school but it’s all kids’ books,” Lorcan said. “The proper library is in Tralee. But it won’t be open on a Sunday.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Tell me again why you were digging in the top field.”
“I need more space for the sheep. I was turning the soil.”
“Have you never used the field before?” I asked.
“Only for storing things on. Never for grazing.”
I paced around the bedroom. “And where exactly did you dig? An ordinary patch of grass?”
His ears flexed.
My hands dropped. “It wasn't a fairy ring, was it?”
Lorcan gripped the bedclothes. “I'm not that much of an eejit.”
“Were there any flowers?”
“A few daisies, probably.”
“In aring?” My eyes widened.
Lorcan bit his lip. “I wouldn’t call it a ring, exactly...”
It suddenly got very warm in his bedroom.
