‘The betrayer was left in the lake to rot and never be seen again. May the devil himself hold those bones in his hands. For it is done. My retribution is done, and now, Ciarán shall have his peace.’
They were so close to figuring it out.
And Duncan knew he’d have to follow them around more to make sure they got it. There would be no peace until his love was beside him for eternity.
The living…
They were infuriating.
Chapter Twelve
Monday
The Estate
One P.M.
Oh, everyone was nervous, and there was a good reason for that too. The lake might look serene, but some of them had experienced the evil that lay within its depths. That was not making anyone calm.
Edgy would be an understatement.
Finn recalled vividly how bad it had been when he’d played tug-o-war with that unseen entity as he fought for Gabby’s life.
Now, Graham was worried too.
And he didn’t blame him.
Patting him on the back as he watched the man he was marrying later, he tried to offer him some reassurance.
Tried being the operative word.
“He’ll be okay, Laddie,” he promised. “Look how many of us are here to back him up.”
That wasn’t helping.
Why?
He knew this could go south, and the last thing he wanted to do was watch D’Artangnan die in this lake.
What if he couldn’t save him?
What if he couldn’t stop this?
He had a million questions, and all of them centered around his deep-rooted fear that the man would die in the water.
He was a panic attack away from losing his mind.
As he stood there, he watched D’Artangnan standing on the shore, his wetsuit back on, hanging at his waist, and barefoot. He was going to free dive and that worried him.
With a tank of air, he’d at least be able to breathe if he got trapped down there.
When he looked up at him, D’Artangnan smiled, and still, that didn’t help Graham.
The man going into the water mouthed something, and Graham watched his lips.
‘I’ll be okay. I trust you and Gryphen.’
Jaysus.
