“I don’t know what they want,” Gabby admitted. “They are pointing toward the castle, barn, and pasture. What the hell are they trying to tell us?”
Michael was curious.
“Are you trying to tell us something?” he asked. “Do you want the curse lifted so you can have peace?”
The bigger figure nodded, and then, they were both gone.
Well, that said it all.
“I guess we definitely need that psychic,” Gabby said. “Hopefully, she can connect to them or at least tell us who the hell is in the lake. I’d hate to be cursed and forced to haunt my own home.”
Yeah, that would suck.
Michael didn’t let go of Graham’s hand.
“I’m going to go shower so we can all go into the village,” he offered.
Gabby was pulling out her phone to take pictures.
“I need to document these so we can get them to Tony. I’ll call him.”
Graham stopped her.
“I actually need to talk to him about something. I’ll make the call while Michael showers and you take pictures.”
Gryphen lifted a brow.
“It’s Michael now, is it?” he asked, noticing that he’d used his Archangel name instead of his birth name.
Graham nodded.
“I’m marrying both men today, but this is a new chapter in my existence, and I’m going to start writing it with Michael, not D’Artangnan. I’ll always love him, but this is a new adventure, and Michael deserves his moment. D’Artangnan had his.”
The big man grinned.
“Thank you, Baby,” he said, kissing him on the lips softly. “I’ll be back.”
Then, and only then, he let his hand go so he could walk away.
Finn followed.
“I’ll drive the groom to the kilt place. We’ll meet you in the village later.”
That worked for all of them.
Gabby began taking pictures, and Ian helped when he placed a measuring stick beside them so Tony would have the measurements.
The whole time, Gryphen watched them, and the lake as Graham made a call.
Pulling out his phone, he called a very familiar number that he’d called a few times over the last four weeks—every Sunday.
When he answered, it was Tony, and there was amusement in his voice.
“Son, you didn’t call yesterday.”
He laughed.
“Yeah, I was going to, but the shit hit the fan.”
