That it did.
The other Marine was confused.
“Where are you going with this?” Michael asked, curiously. “You’re clearly thinking about something,” Michael added.
And he was.
Everyone was listening, so he went there.
“What if we stopped worrying so much about the history of everything, and instead, we leapfrogged that and got the curse removed?”
Everyone considered it.
“Maybe the reason Duncan and his lover are trapped here is the curse, and not us getting the answers. What if we get the curse removed and everyone can be at peace?”
For all they knew, he could be right.
“It’s a good thought, Laddie,” Finn admitted. “Will it work though?”
They wouldn’t know until they tried.
Right?
“What if we had a psychic come in here and get some help with removing the curse, or figuring out exactly what the dead want?” he asked. “None of us can handle removing a curse. We know that the Granndachs had a few on them. Duncan would never have a daughter, and death would always haunt this bloodline.”
Gabby pointed one thing out.
“Not having a daughter could just be a genetic thing,” she admitted. “The father’s DNA determines that with the sperm.”
They all stared at her.
“What? It does. Women got blamed for not delivering an heir, but when you have multiple generations of men only producing one gender child…that’s not on the woman, now is it?”
No one went there.
She was the only woman there, and Hell hath no fury like a woman blamed forEVERYTHINGin history—especially since men were guilty of a lot.
After all, when they were burning witches, who really weren’t witches, it wasn’t women doing it.
PERIOD.
Gabby continued.
“There has to be someone in this country or village who can talk to the dead. It’s clear that they want to communicate, and we’re not understanding them. What if we went to town, found a psychic, and paid them to come here and help us out?”
Ian stood there.
“I mean, it’s a good plan.”
Finn, Gryphen, and Michael stared at him.
“It’s a horrible idea,” Gryphen stated. “The second we bring a psychic into this mess, I’m pretty sure it’s going to go sideways, south, and off of the rails. Call me crazy, but do we really need to speak to the dead?”
Just as he said it, the gate to the crypt slammed shut again, makingEVERYONEjump.
Well, shit.
Ian was to the point.
