“I wasn’t planning on staying. I was planning on going back to the jet to go home. Me being here is a bad idea. Look what it did.”
Oh, well, there was a good reason for that.
Graham had been focused on one person for seven years, and that person showed up.
“There’s no doubt that seeing you, after all these years of thinking about you, put him over the edge. Leaving again won’t help. Maybe you should both talk it out, and then, do what you need to do. Just don’t hurt him.”
Michael laughed.
“My dude, he tried to end his life. I didn’t let him. That’s about as far from‘hurt him’as I can get. Had it not been for the ghosts helping me out…”
Finn lifted a brow.
“The ghosts?”
Oh, he knew they likely led him to the man, like they’d done for them, and for Ian and Gryphen to Ceit’s grave, but help?
What kind of help?
Michael saw the questioning look on his face.
He was honest.
“He fought me to let go of his wrist. I was just shot in this shoulder not that long ago. I don’t have all my strength back, and I likely never will. They helped me hoist him out of the abyss. I could feel them there.”
Yeah, and that was why he didn’t want Gabby here. Someone tried to possess her, so she took a header from the tower.
Once burned.
Twice panicked.
That was his motto.
Instead of going there, Finn got up, poured them both some scotch from a new bottle, and handed him a glass. It sounded like they both needed it.
They clinked them off of each other.
“When he was dangling, something helped pull him up. The dead led me to him too. I found him because of two male apparitions in hoods and capes. The ones we all saw.”
Oh, well, Finn knew who they were.
Without.
A.
Doubt.
It looked as if the original castle inhabitants were back at it again.
Only, what for now?
Was it the bones in the lake?
Or was it the mystery that surrounded everything else?
Only time would tell.
Finn shared what he could.
