“Yeah, that’s the angry spirit in the water. Thankfully, the journal pointed us there. She’s not willing to give up her bones easily.”
Now, there was one question for her that needed answering.
“Where’s the child?”
They both shrugged.
“That’s where we are focused on now. You’re officially caught up. The only questions we have left other than that to be answered, are where is Oison, did he kill Ceit, and where are Duncan’s lover and the dead baby. We strongly believe Oison killed his daughter, and he had a bad end himself—by who? We aren’t sure.”
She listened.
“So that’s what’s left. We’re on the hunt for bodies now,” he said. “Well, bones. They won’t be fleshy—I hope.”
“Well, you have to find all of them.”
Oh, they would.
They hoped.
Elizabeth contemplated something.
“You have to find the baby,” she said.
Neither of them were shocked she prioritized that. As a mom, she would.
“Because Catherine is going to scream from that lake and haunt the place until we give her the baby back.”
OOF.
Yeah, they were aware.
“That’s on the list.”
Now, she needed to know.
“And it’ll calm down?” she asked. “Because I’m not sure you want to get married on a crime scene. That’s more my kink than yours.”
They were amused.
“We know,” Gryphen said.
Ian was to the point.
“When we found Ceit, it calmed down and she stopped crying and singing lullabies in the castle at night.”
Oh.
Hell.
No.
“I swear to God, one lullaby and I’m ghosting that place,” she stated.
Oh, they bet.
“When Gabby and Tony brought her back to the crypt, she disappeared. We think she’s finally at peace, or she doesn’t like the darkness that’s all over the place.”
Who could blame her?
