Because he’d done what he hadn’t.
He’d kept his vow and promise.
When he picked up the other band, he held it in his fingers, and it looked worn. Like someone had put it on and worn it for some time.
Inside the ring, he read the words, and as soon as he did, his chest hurt like someone had squeezed it, trying to crush it.
Michael couldn’t believe it.
‘I had love, but betrayed it. To my grave, I take this vow. I’m not worthy of my M'eudail.’
Holding the worn gold ring, everything in his life became far clearer.
He sat there, and Michael knew one thing.
There was no doubt in his mind that all of those years ago, while he was at home feeling pity and anger, he had no right.
Someone had loved him.
Someone had thought about him.
Someone had fought to find him.
Graham had nearly died loving him.
The sin of that day seven years ago was on him—not the man he’d made the bad guy.
It was on D’Artangnan Graves.
The biggest sinner of them all.
Chapter Six
The Castle
Monday
Early Morning
To say that it had been an eye opening kind of a night would be an understatement. For Michael, after reading the notes, and then reading the book, he was fully caught up on the seven years, and the hundreds of years that had passed.
And he had learned something.
Everything happened for a reason.
Every single thing in the world was connected, and people made bonds that couldn’t be cut by time or death.
There was no doubt in his mind that he’d been brought here not only to work on this ghost situation, but also because of what was happening to himself and Graham.
They were absolutely running parallel with the other two men, and that was why they wanted him to read the letters.
They knew.
Now, he knew.
It was all too familiar.
They were each two soldiers thrown together in the midst of battle who found each other, and then fell in love. They were meant to be.
