“Duncan and Ciarán should be easy once we put him in his crypt. We just have to hope Duncan can lead us to Ciarán’s bones and the dead baby.”
She was confused.
“How is he going to do that? He’s a ghost.”
He told her.
“Michael and Graham are on their haunted honeymoon in the castle, and we’re going to talk to a psychic about a séance.”
She looked horrified.
“Uh, my mother-in-law is a witch. She said that shit shouldn’t be played with. Or Ouija board, or spells, or…”
Well, it was too late.
“There’s a curse here, and it won’t calm down if we don’t figure this out. It’s our only way of talking to the dead—unless you know a way.”
She had Tori and Julian, but at that moment, they were up to their eyeballs in Oracle.
That was a no from her.
“I can’t help there.”
Well, then, their options were limited. Now, weren’t they?
“That’s the whole story. Gabby wasn’t feeling well, so she and Finn are heading to the doctor.”
She lifted a brow.
“Not feeling well? I hope not possessed. That would be the icing on this haunted funfest.”
He shook his head.
Ian clued her in.
“She has cramps, and Finn was worried.”
Ruh-roh.
That wasn’t good.
Her eyes got huge.
“What?” Ian asked. “What did I just say that made you look worried?”
Elizabeth shared.
“She’s early on in her pregnancy. A lot of them end in miscarriage at that time. Cramping can signal bad things happening with a pregnancy. I don’t want her running around. When you see her, make her get off her feet.”
Oh, now, they would.
Or Finn would.
Her ghostbusting days were over.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Gryphen asked her. “You just heard it all, and you’re not bright red.”
She was to the point.
