No.
Doubt.
There.
What was going on here?
What had he stumbled upon?
Who did this to him?
All he knew was that he was angry with the whole situation. He couldn’t catch his breath, and he felt like he’d seen…
A ghost.
Oh, this castle was definitely haunted—with his ex. He needed to put space between them.
Why did it have to be the one ghost that happened to mean everything in his life all of those years ago?
WHY?
The man he’d just seen still looked the same, and he shouldn’t be anywhere near him. He knew he’d fall into his green eyes and be a hot mess.
Graham Lainey had betrayed his heart and soul, and now, he was stuck in Scotland to deal with this too.
Why did it have to be him?
WHY?
As he rode down the winding road, he could see the village up ahead, and he needed a place to stay.
To hide.
To escape.
To regroup.
There was no fucking way he was going back to that castle and the man he’d loved with his whole being.
There was no way he was facing down his past in Scotland as his heart was barely holding on.
He’d shatter apart.
Was this his fate?
There wasNOway he was swallowing this, and not raging against the machine.
The machine being Elizabeth.
The woman he’d called Mom and family. It was crystal clear that she betrayed him and let him walk into this blindly.
When he finally reached the village, he parked his bike, grabbed his phone, and headed to a bench.
Oh, it was time for a‘come to Jesus talk’, and he was pretty sure it might be her first.
Michael was about to burn it to the ground, and he knew it. Only, he couldn’t stop it from happening. Nothing fazed him.
NOTHING.
