“I don’t like her here at night. This place targeted her for the time she was here. This place has something evil in it, and that’s problematic.”
Honestly, Michael knew evil.
He saw it daily through Elizabeth, and he’d fought wars where they came face to face with it.
This place felt…calm.
He wasn’t sure if he was exaggerating or not. Could a building be evil?
It wasn’t like it was alive.
Michael shrugged.
“Well, the two dead dudes helped me, and they didn’t hurt me, so I’m not sure I get that vibe from the place,” he admitted.
Finn snorted.
Oh, well, it was only a matter of time.
They’d learned that here.
“Give it time, Lad. Once they start construction…it’s anyone’s game.”
He was confused.
“Construction?”
Finn clued him in.
“Tomorrow, they are coming to open the wall in the crypt. Tony found it to be suspicious, and Graham just got all of the permits and paperwork done from the village. Once they open it, the whole place is going to get wonky. Trust on that,” he stated.
If the man said so.
This wasn’t his thing, so what did he know?
Maybe it was a Scottish thing.
“Well, Graham should be okay tomorrow once he sobers up. Maybe we should have someone come see him,” Michael admitted. “He did try to take his life. Maybe we should call someone and have him admitted. He’s a danger to himself.”
Oh, Finn knew why.
This.
Man.
The ghost of Graham’s past surprised the shit out of him, and everyone else.
He and Gabby had been caught off guard to find out that Saint Michael, as he was called, was D’Artangnan Graves, Graham’s long-lost love.
That had to be a punch in the balls.
Oh, he understood why Graham had bottomed out.
“I’ll show up here tomorrow morning, or Gabby will. Just keep an eye on him tonight.”
The man looked pained.
“What?” Finn asked.
