Gryphen was excellent with directions and where he was at any given time, so he reminded him. “That waterfall is east,” he said, “and Graham was right. We’re heading toward it. You probably smell that spring water. I think we’re under the pasture.”
They had to be deep. This slope told him they were moving down deeper underground.
When a mouse ran across his boot, and toward Ian, he jumped and practically climbed up his man’s back.
“Ian!”
He wasn’t having it.
“The black plague started over here. I’m not getting that before my wedding!”
He laughed.
As his man wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck, getting a piggyback ride, he kept walking.
“Want me to carry you?” Finn asked Gabby.
“What? And be a pussy?” she asked.
Ian gasped.
“HEY! I resemble that remark!”
Only, she laughed.
Despite this leading them nowhere, Finn was grateful the people he called friends, and new friends, were helping his fiancée get through this.
Gryphen came to a stop.
“Well, I have bad news.”
Everyone stopped behind him.
“What?” they asked.
“It’s a dead end. There’s another wall here,” he said, pushing on it as Ian stayed on his back like a sexy, fiancé backpack.
“It moves slightly. This isn’t part of the normal rock. Someone put this here. I’m betting it’s the same people who put the other wall up.”
Could it have been Duncan?
Or maybe another descendant?
Someone had ripped the journal of letters apart, scattering them. Had whoever was trying to hide the truth also put up two walls to make sure no one ever found out the truth?
Was that who tucked away the journal entries, and hid them all over to leave a path if someone knew where to look?
Maybe they wanted the truth to come out after all of them were gone.
After all, Catherine had been a killer.
Duncan killed Catherine after she betrayed them.
And the church had done them all dirty by killing Ciarán.
There was a lot of death here that would mar the memory of this family.
“How sturdy is it?” Ian asked.
