And he didn’t know why.
He couldn’t understand why two dead men were running parallel to his life, or why he’d come here to find the man he’d loved so much that he’d been willing to die for him.
If anything, coming here should be unfamiliar, and something he felt uncomfortable with, but here he was, sitting in a castle, his ex was upstairs, the one who got away, and a bunch of ghosts were not terrorizing him.
YET.
It was still early.
Yeah, this shit was wild.
Taking a deep breath, he spoke to whatever was watching him because something most definitely was. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up, as if something was breathing there.
Waiting there.
Lurking there.
Yeah, he was definitely losing his mind.
“If you want me to read these, give me a sign. Show me something so I know that I’m here for a reason, and that you’repushing me toward it. I’m not a believer in coincidences, but I believe in signs.”
He held his breath, and that’s when the coffee pot went off, and then back on again.
So, he rationalized it.
“Maybe that’s just a wiring issue,” he said. “I need something more than that. Am I supposed to be here with Graham now? Is this all meant to be? Like divine intervention?” he asked, knowing how silly it was since he called himself an Archangel.
But still.
That’s when the kitchen cabinet slowly began opening, much to Michael’s horror.
Then again, he asked for this, so…
He was an idiot.
Clearly.
As he sat in the chair, watching the cabinet full of coffee mugs, one slowly began turning as if something was spinning it on the shelf.
ONLY.
ONE.
“What the…?” he muttered.
And that’s when he saw it. The mug had a saying on it, and it was very familiar.
Oh, holy Hell’s bells.
He recognized it.
‘No one does it like a soldier.’
And he knew that mug.
It was Graham’s.
In fact, he’d had it made for him years ago when they were a couple. On it, there was the Black Watch emblem, and the Marine crest. Then, those words that always made him smile and laugh when they’d have coffee and he’d hold it words facing out.
