“Promise, Mr. Patterson?” he asked.
The other man grinned.
“Oh, you’d better believe it.”
Only, Gryphen wasn’t thinking about sex. Honestly, he was shocked too.
He was worried about the two men.
All he could hope was they didn’t wound each other’s hearts even more.
Because anger tended to be a nightmare.
Especially in that particular haunted castle.
Chapter Seven
The Castle
The Bathroom
Same Time
Whether it was the booze, or it was hearing that one, terrible word come from D’Artangnan, Graham wasn’t sure what had turned his stomach so damn fast, but it had.
Only, he was a smart man, and he was betting it was the latter.
Granted, he’d expected nothing less. D’Artangnan Graves was a gorgeous man with a giant heart. There was no way he was single.
Someone would swoop in and claim that treasure in a heartbeat. There was no doubt there.
Hearing that he’d moved on…
Well, it did exactly what Graham had expected, but it had broken him all over again.
While he’d fully expected it as they were together under that blanket, he’d found something that had been long lost for him.
Hope.
Now, it was shattered, and he was back to being alone again.
Yeah, this was how he died.
Of a broken heart.
There was no doubt in his mind that the truth wouldn’t set him free, but put him in his grave.
As he purged up all the old booze, and bile in his stomach, he heard the bathroom door opening. Was it too much to ask that it was the ghosts?
At least that would hurt less.
Instead, it was bare feet on the stone floor as Michael was approaching him.
In that moment, he wanted to be alone because that was his fate in life.
He was destined to die by himself.
Instead asking him to leave, he said nothing.
