“I mean, maybe the corridor, but Gabby and I were skinny dipping in it. There’s nothing under it. We were just there a month ago. Under the falls is solid rock like the cliffs.”
Slowly, the door began opening, and slammed again, as if it was trying to make a point.
Okay, then.
They couldn’t exclude it.
“We should divide and conquer,” Gryphen admitted. “It’s going to be dark in an hour. The last thing anyone needs to do is be on the grounds after dark. You heard what the witch psychic said. It’s malevolent energy, and it’s not going away until we get a handle on the curse.”
He had a point.
Michael knew what they needed to do.
“I’ll take Graham and head to the waterfall,” Michael offered. “He knows the grounds the best, and I’m not letting my new husband do this without me.”
And no one blamed him.
“Do we have any flashlights?” he asked.
Graham grabbed a few from the same room they were in, and then handed one to the other group.
“You guys do the inside recon that is the corridor. We’ll call you if we find anything. Be careful.”
Oh, they would.
Bet.
On.
That.
With Michael by his side, Graham and he jogged up the hallway and to the kitchen in the castle. Heading outside, Graham pulled him toward the horses.
“We’re better off on horseback. It’ll be quicker.”
That it would be.
They took the time to prep the two horses, and grab a grain sack from the wall of the barn.
Just.
In.
Case.
Then, they both mounted the horses and headed toward the pasture where the painting had been done.
Once there, they dismounted so Romeo and Juliet could graze, and they could check out the waterfall.
“This would be romantic if we weren’t looking for bones out here,” Michael admitted. “I don’t mind seeing my husband nekid in the water.”
Graham laughed.
“Well, yeah. Maybe we can come back another time and skinny dip,” he said, grinning wickedly. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that a few times.”
Michael winked at him.
As they moved toward the waterfall, Michael knew they were going to be getting wet.
