“You know I can’t do that, Lilly. I can’t help you spell someone. If you want a card reading, palm, tealeaf, or runes, I can help you. If not, I’m sorry. I don’t cast spells or curses.”
That was all Gryphen had to hear.
He pulled his man down the street and didn’t stop until they were far enough away.
“I don’t like this.”
Ian laughed.
“You don’t like her because you decided she was faking it before you met her, and she scared you senseless.”
Yeah.
That.
“She knew too much. I have to ask Finn what he told her.”
Ian just shook his head.
“We don’t understand everything in the world, Gryphen. Maybe just write this off as one of those things,” he suggested. “I can’t wait for her to tell us what’s going on in the castle.”
Why did that sound like a terrible idea to him?
Let a witchy psychic into a haunted castle?
Good God.
They’d lost their damn minds.
Clearly.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
In Town
Not Far Away
Afternoon
When the plane landed, he’d gone to theONLYtown nearby the airport.
A part of Riley believed he was chasing his tail, but he needed to see his lover again.
The whole flight there, he’d been rehearsing his plan to get him back, and he knew it would work.
All he had to do was get him alone, seduce him, and then talk him back into his life.
And if he said no, he’d be mean.
A guy had to do what a guy had to do.
Right?
Only, now that he was in the town, he wasn’t sure how to go about this. Then, it hit him. He was a reporter, or was one, so just ask questions.
The closest place where people were congregated was a pub not far from where he parked his rental. Going in, it wasn’t too busy.
As he sat at the bar, he saw the special was fish and chips, so he opted to get that.
