The ceiling, or the pasture ground above them, was knotted with roots and a tangle of things that made it incredibly creepy.
“This looks like it was dug out for a reason,” Finn admitted.
Ian agreed.
“Most castles had a secret way in and out,” he stated. “How much do you want to bet that Duncan had the other end blocked off, too? Then, he put his lover in here for safekeeping?”
Only, they hadn’t found him yet.
All they had was the smell of dirt, dampness, and a chilliness.
“If we were getting close to finding Ciarán Begbie, wouldn’t the dead be with us? They haunt the whole place,” she admitted.
That was a good question.
It was cooler in the corridor, but there was no static of talking, or iciness in the air.
“Maybe they’re busy doing something else,” Gryphen admitted. “You know, like having ghost sex.”
Michael laughed.
“I mean, maybe they are. I hope there’s sex in the afterlife,” he admitted, his hand going to Graham’s ass to make that claim of who he wanted to do it with after he died.
Only.
Him.
From his position beside him, the man was about ready to freak out.
He could feel D’Artangnan’s hand on his ass cheek, and it wasn’t moving. It was proprietarily parked there, and he was trying to decipher all of this.
And he wasn’t paying attention.
When he kept walking, he missed the snake hanging among the roots above him.
Only, Michael didn’t.
He grabbed Graham, shoving him and himself out of the way, and tumbling into the corridor wall. Behind him, the snake hung down, and had nearly gotten Graham in the neck.
There was a click of a knife, and then, the snake lost its head.
Gabby gasped as it fell by her foot.
“Snake,” Michael said as Gryphen put his knife away.
Graham was pressed to the wall, and D’Artangnan was pinning him there.
His heart was pounding in his chest, and it wasn’t only because of the snake and how close he’d come to being bitten. D’Artangnan’s mouth was close to his.
“Thank you,” he said.
Michael just pushed off of him and it took all he had not to kiss him before too.
“That was close,” Ian admitted.
Yeah, it was, and Gryphen wasn’t playing.
“Give me your hand, Ian,” he said, and he did. “I’ll just hold onto you. That was too close.”
