And again…
Curiosity killed the Marine. There was that little irritating fact that two gay men were involved, and here he was, a gay man with a gay ex-boyfriend.
History wasNOTrepeating itself.
Graham was not dying on his watch, or him either. He didn’t want to die.
At that moment, he was using his life.
At the library, he headed to a shelf, and saw a big, old book on its side.
It was massive and looked ancient.
That was what gave it away.
Well, that and the rest were meticulously placed on the shelves, and that one book called to him.
Why?
He didn’t know.
When he reached for it, his phone rang, and he actually jumped.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, pulling it from his pocket to see who was calling him this late. When he saw it was Gryphen’s number, he answered.
He actually missed the dude.
Hell.
He missed everyone—especially now that he was in a different country trapped with his ex, and some vengeful ghosts trying to cause damage.
This place was…weird.
“Yo,” he said, answering the call.
Gryphen didn’t hesitate to go there, and why the hell wasn’t Michael surprised?
“Hey! I just spoke to Elizabeth. She said you’re angry with her, and I wanted to talk to you.”
He laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Yeah, he knew he was going to get his ass handed to him a few times. Callen had taken it easy on him, likely because Elizabeth didn’t want him to draw blood.
The other Marines?
Ivan?
Gryphen?
Demeter?
Oh, they’d love a piece of his hide for making their mom cry.
Hell!
