Finn kept talking.
“After he was awoken, Duncan killed everyone who came at them to avenge what happened. I don’t think he ever got over losing him because he spent the rest of his days alone, mourning the loss of his love. He died a few years later.”
He was curious as to what was going on there, and why it was running parallel to his and Graham’s relationship.
As Elizabeth always said,‘coincidences were a bucket of bullshit’.
And he agreed.
He had, after all, felt like he’d been dealt the death blow when he lost Graham.
“Did they find out who betrayed him?” he asked, curiously.
Finn shook his head.
“Not that we’ve found out. There might be more pages from a journal, or documentation. Gabby and Ian were searching for it while they were both here at the castle, and they didn’t find out this last part until Gabby’s leg of this creepy-ass marathon.”
When the lights flickered, both men looked around.
“Rats?” Michael asked.
Oh, he wished.
“We aren’t that lucky, Laddie. Not even close,” he admitted, rubbing his arms to dissipate the goosebumps.
While it was freaky, it also did pique his curiosity a bit.
Okay, call him a cat—a stupidly curious one.
Maybe he would read the book.
It wasn’t like he was sleeping tonight. He was on Graham watch, and if this place was that filthy with the dead, who the hell would want to sleep?
“And he never moved on and found someone else?” he asked.
Finn shook his head.
“We know for a fact that he raised his son because there’s a journal from one of his daughters-in-law hundreds of years later. So the son lived, and kept the bloodline going, but we believe that Duncan stayed dedicated to his one true love.”
Michael listened.
“That is all we know. Oh, and that he lived with a woman, his wife’s sister, but we found out that it was platonic, and mostly to get her free from her father.”
Well, yeah, especially if he was as gay as the day was long.
Finn went there.
“Personally, since I solve shit for a living, I think that Oison Darragh killed his daughter. He was disgraced that she was being sent away, so he showed up with the replacement daughter, and…boom. Shoved her out the window. Can we prove it? No, but again, this place isn’t fully renovated yet. Who knows what letters or evidence will fall out of the wall?”
He guessed.
“Where is the place she was shoved from?”
He pointed up at the tower that was above the remodeled kitchen.
Michael was appalled.
Oh, great.
