Michael went along because he didn’t want to be alone at that moment. In fact, he wasn’t sure it was a good idea for him to be around people.
Inside, he was a storm.
A tumultuous one.
But he needed answers, and he was pretty sure that Gabby would spill the deets.
“I could use a few beers. It’s been a day,” he admitted, knowing it likely wasn’t getting better anytime soon.
As they began walking toward the pub, Gabby knew she had to help Elizabeth set this right.
When her friend called, crying, she knew that this was a‘boots on the ground’kind of a mission with the Marine.
And she owed her a favor or ten.
So, it was time to pay them back as she helped a lost Marine get back on track.
For his, and Graham’s sake.
* * *The Ravensmire Castle* * *
The Castle
Same Time
As D’Artangnan’s
Escape
From the doorway, he watched as the man he once called his own hightailed it out of there like he was racing to escape Hell.
And he didn’t blame him.
Not.
At.
All.
This was a lot to deal with, and Graham knew that he was the cause of all of this. He’d created this mess years ago, and now, he had his answer.
D’Artangnan was alive and okay.
Only, he wasn’t.
In that moment, the demons came back—they were the ones that he’d been fighting for the last few weeks.
Up to ten minutes ago, he’d been winning the battle against them.
Now…
Not.
So.
Much.
What he wanted to do was go after the man, but what he knew he should do was just let him go.
