Your husband at heart,
Duncan.’
He whistled.
Well, they found Ciarán.
That was one mystery solved.
“So Duncan didn’t die of natural causes. When his son could take over, he offed himself.”
Graham nodded.
“That’s so sad. We must have reminded them of each other,” he admitted.
On that, Michael agreed.
“It’s probably why they helped me fight to save you. They didn’t want to see me crumble like Duncan, and I would have.”
Michael kissed him on the cheek.
“I love you.”
As he shared his heart, Graham held his hand in his.
“I love you too.”
Going to the next box, they figured it had to be Oison, so they left it alone. They’d get it back to Tony, and he could have his people find his face.
They knew what he looked like from the archives so they could match that with a little science help from Doctor Blue Bennet.
It was the little box they were curious about, and so, they had no choice but to open it.
When Michael pried it open, they both heard the scream of pain, and they knew it was Catherine. It echoed off the walls of the cave.
Inside, there were little bones, and a skull.
“That’s sad,” Graham said. “That looks to be a child around four,” he admitted. “I don’t know if I could have killed a child.”
Michael wasn’t here to judge.
“It was a different time back then, and remember, Duncan had witnessed his true love stabbed over him, and die. We don’t know what else happened. Anger makes you do stupid things, and for all we know, so could a curse. He probably had nightmares every night about it.”
Yeah, Graham knew he would too.
“Now, how the hell do we get the bones out of here?” Michael asked. “The only way out is the water.”
Well…
That was until they stood up, and heard it.
Not far from there, there was a loud smashing sound like a bulldozer coming through the wall.
They had just enough time to jump back when the cave wall came crashing down.
And there stood the bulldozer.
It was Gryphen with a sledgehammer.
