Still, he pushed on, willing to do anything at this point to get D’Artangnan to not leave him again.
Hell!
He’d follow.
“It feels off in here,” Graham admitted. “My skin is crawling.”
Gryphen sighed.
“Here we go,” he said. “We’re back at it. Who’s playing Scooby, and who is Velma?”
Gabby laughed and raised her hand.
“You’re Daphne then,” she joked.
He rolled his eyes.
That’s when Michael got it.
“You think the ghosts made the wall come down?” he asked. “Really?”
Gabby nodded.
“It got cold in here, and we heard static like it was talking, but just out of focus. You said the ghosts helped you save Graham by pulling him from the cliff, so why couldn’t they push over a wobbly wall?”
Graham was staring at Michael.
The man was babying his one arm, and he knew that was his dominant arm. That he’d had to hurt himself again to save him…
It made him feel ill.
“Good point. What was I thinking?” he asked. “Crazy of me thinking it was just an old wall.”
Oh, they all wished it was.
Only, they knew better.
This place was crazy.
“Can we go in and see what’s in there?” Gabby asked, peering into the corridor that was now opened. “Maybe something is in there.”
Ian was right beside her.
“Yeah! Let’s go!” he said, with no concern for his well-being.
Clearly.
Only, that wasn’t happening.
By whom?
His man.
Gryphen grabbed him by the back of the jeans and kept him where he was. He wasNOTchasing Ian into a corridor of death.
PASS.
“HEY!”Ian said when he couldn’t move.
