“See? Honestly, Gryph, what could it hurt? It’s not like the place could get more haunted. It’s already spooky, and now the dead are getting shove-y and slam-y.”
Jesus.
He had a point.
But Gryphen still didn’t like it. He was from the camp of‘let sleeping dead lie’, and all of this made him twitchy—again.
Only, now, it was far more amped up.
He missed boring Ceit walking the halls. Coming face-to-face with the dead was unnerving.
And it didn’t look as if it was stopping any time soon.
Because he knew his fiancé better than anyone, Gryphen was well aware that this was going to happen. Ian was chasinga lead, and he was going to do everything to keep Elizabeth safe when she finally came here.
Meaning putting the dead to rest.
Finally.
“I give up. I’m here for the ride,” Gryphen said, backing down.
Ultimately, he didn’t have to live here, so…that was tomorrow Graham’s problem, not Gryphen’s.
He just hoped Ian was right when he said,‘what could it hurt’? The last thing he wanted was to take this creepiness up a notch or ten and then dump it on Graham when they rolled out of here.
“Do we know if the village has anyone who can help us out?” Ian asked, speaking to the people who lived here and knew the village in question.
That meant two of them.
They were all staring at Graham and Finn.
“Uh, I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I’m not that kind of caretaker. I can’t hook you up with my psychic friends since I don’t have any. I only have one friend,” he admitted, pointing at Finn.
Graham wasn’t done.
“As for making it worse, no one’s died yet. That is a possibility since something already tried to drown Gabby and D’Artangnan,” he admitted. “I don’t really need for this to go haywire. All of you can go home,” he said, looking at all of them. “I’ll be the dumbass stuck here in the vortex alone with the dead.”
Michael glanced over.
Oh, that wasn’t happening.
Clearly, the man wasn’t getting the hint when he had his hand on his ass, saved him from an adder, or was hovering. Toget Graham to understand, he was going to have to be much more direct.
Clearly.
Because he was amused, Gryphen snickered—not at Graham being here alone, but at the look on‘D’Artangnan’s’face. It was clear that his real name annoyed him.
And Marines liked to annoy each other at any given chance.
“Uh, my eternal torment is funny?” Graham asked.
He pointed at Michael.
“Nah, I’m amused at his name, and he knows it. Such a pretty name,” Gryphen said, and his friend smacked him across the chest with his arm.
“Not amusing, and why I also don’t tell everyone my name,” he admitted. “That reaction. Also, your name is Gryphen, and not even spelled right. Who are you mocking?”
Finn shrugged.
