‘Dear Father,
I can’t bear to be here any longer. The curse my sister has put on the place is making it more difficult to live here than I expected.
She haunts us.
There’s no peace.
So I must go. I must leave so I can have some peace. I wake in the middle of the night with her standing over me, and she is angry. I’m here raising her child, and she is dead.
Until the curse is broken, no Granndach will have peace. I’ve tried to get you to find a witch, but you won’t do it. I must go.
Thank you for everything.
Much love,
Catty.’
When she finished reading it, she was confused.
“Who is her father in this letter because we all know that when Ceit told her father she was leaving Duncan, he showed up here, and might have killed her. That’s not to the same father unless he liked this daughter a whole lot more than he liked Ceit.”
She had a point.
Ian was considering it.
“I think we need to figure out some things, and I don’t think the dead are going to be on board with that,” he said, going there.
Oh, well, that was ominous.
Ian’s fiancé warned him.
“Tread lightly, Ian,” Gryphen said. “This place is getting more dangerous. I think we might have problems if we stir it up. My gut says to do this minimally, so as not to piss off everything dead here so someone gets hurt.”
Oh, he understood that, but they had to get this handled before Christmas, and their wedding.
“Do you want our nuptials haunted?” he asked, going there.
Gryphen stood there with his mouth open.
Well, shit.
He had a point.
That was the last thing he wanted.
“When we came here, the problem we encountered was the curse. We found out that Ceit cursed them,” Ian admitted. “She went to a witch, and she made sure that anyone who came after her was not living a long life.”
Gryphen agreed.
“I think she said something like the Granndachs would be forced to walk in blood their whole lives and never know peace.”
Ian nodded.
“That’s exactly what she said. Good job, my love,” he offered.
Gryphen laughed.
“Uh, Ian, it wasn’t that difficult to remember. How can one forget a curse by a dead woman who is haunting a castle? It kind of haunts your head.”
