He pushed again.
“I mean, we can take it down,” Gryphen admitted. “I can probably sledgehammer my way through it.”
Finn pointed one thing out.
“Uh, and if the whole place comes down in the process as we’re deep underground?”
He glanced over.
“I mean, it’s not a good idea,” he admitted. “But it’s a plan.”
Yeah, how could this go wrong?
It looked as if they were going to find out.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
The Waterfall
Same Time
Well, this was either the bravest thing or the stupidest thing—and Michael wasn’t quite sure which.
Only, he had to trust that Ciarán wanted his remains found more than he wanted to kill someone else for the company on the other side.
So, he took a few breaths, getting his lungs ready, and he nodded at his husband before sinking back into the water.
Quickly, he swam toward the opening where he’d seen Ciarán’s face, and moved through it.
Oh, it was definitely opening up, and big enough to get a person, and body through it.
Staying calm, he was counting in his head, knowing how long he had before he was out of air.
With plenty to spare, he was through the opening, and headed up to the surface of water.
When he broke it, he was in complete and total darkness. Turning on the flashlight, he was grateful it was waterproof. If it hadn’t been, he was going to have to feel his way out to get a light.
As he waded in the water, he felt something touch his leg, and it freaked him the fuck out.
Was the spirit trying to pull him down again?
When it goosed him on the ass cheek, he knew it wasn’t a dead man.
It was a very living one.
His man.
His husband.
“What the hell?” Michael asked, laughing. “I thought the dead were copping a feel. That was terrifying.”
Graham just shrugged.
“If you thought for one single minute that I was going to let my man do this alone, you’ve forgotten for better or worse, or for cave spelunking or body finding. The copping a feel was for my pleasure, and my pleasure alone. I like your ass, husband.”
Michael snorted.
“Well, thank God for that.”
