It appeared that Cupid Blackhawk had struck again, and those arrows had pierced two damaged, decimated, and broken hearts.
And the fallout was coming.
Swiftly.
Chapter One
The Castle Kitchen
Sunday Evening
Present Time
It was rare that a Marine was caught off guard, but this was definitely the one time in Michael’s life that he could say that he never, ever saw this little impromptu meeting coming.
In fact, it blindsided him.
Big-time.
Somehow, he didn’t think that this was a coincidence. First, he didn’t believe in them, and second, this had the fingerprints of Elizabeth all over it.
Oh, he knew when Cupid was playing games, and he was willing to bet that this was one of her little arrangements. There was no way they didn’t know what he was going to be walking into.
This was a setup.
And he was pissed.
It was rare that any of the Marines who protected Elizabeth were angry with her—with the exception of Ivan when she slipped away from protection duty—but now, he was angry.
Pissed.
Wanting to rage.
This was the last thing he needed, and the last thing he expected from his family.
Or so called family.
“What are you doing here?” Michael asked, not sure what else to say to the man. Seeing this ghost from his past was the last thing he had expected.
In fact, his heart was pounding in his ears, and he had that fight or flight instinct kicking in.
The panic was overtaking him, and now, Michael wanted to run for it.
Like.
A.
Coward.
The whole time he was standing in front of him, Graham stared like he’d seen a ghost, which was ironic because this place was haunted.
He’d just never expected this ghost. Yes, he wanted to know what happened to D’Artangnan, but he never thought he’d actually find out.
Or have him show up.
Holy.
Shit.
