“We have bigger problems. A dead body in the lake was bad, but now, we know that a child was killed in the process—an innocent child. Guess who is going to not take that lightly?”
Gabby knew.
“Elizabeth is going to be so goddamn angry about that—more than anything else. She’s fiercely protective of children.”
Graham shrugged.
“At least the ghost baby isn’t haunting the house—that we know of.”
They all looked at him.
“What?” he asked.
Ian shook his head.
“You literally put that out in the universe, and jinxed the hell out of us. We’re totally going to find a ghost baby crawling on the ceiling or something.”
Gabby laughed.
Why?
Graham looked horrified, and she didn’t have to live here.
“I don’t like that one bit. I live here! This is my home. If I wake up and see a baby on a ceiling…”
They all laughed.
That sucked to be him.
Before he could say anything, Finn walked into the kitchen through the door.
“Hey,” he offered. “What did I miss?”
They all began laughing.
Then, they clued him in, and he didn’t look happy that there was a dead child thrown into the mix.
“Why do they always have to kill the baby?” he asked, sighing.
Ian knew.
“So that the bloodline would stay how they wanted it. After Duncan, Callum would be the next one Catherine would want to kill. Now, there was no vengeance killings in honor of the baby’s name. No one appeared to be left.”
Yeah, this castle…
It was icky at times.
“Well, let’s put that shit on the back burner,” he said. “Graham, I need to show you something,” he said.
At his words, Gabby, Ian, and Gryphen headed out, leaving Graham there with Finn.
Who was suspiciously in a kilt, too.
“You’re dressed up. What’s going on?” he asked. “Is that why you’re late getting here?”
Oh, not quite.
They had to get the judge to follow them back, make sure the courtyard was decorated, and set the stage for what Graham deserved.
