He was shocked that Takoda hadn’t called him out on his shit.
“Oh, well, I don’t know what I am anymore, Gryph. I’m hella confused. I came here to hide out, and I walked straight into my ex. So, before you try to verbally neuter me, keep that in mind. I’m stressed the fuck out from being blindsided.”
Yeah, so he’d heard.
“Be gentle with him.”
Michael lifted a brow.
Was he serious?
That was not what he was expecting. Yes, he expected to be told that he was a douche for all the craptastic things he’d said to Elizabeth, and he agreed.
This wasNOTthe normal Gryphen lecture he expected to come at him.
Not.
Even.
Close.
“Him? Well, gee. Maybe someone can be gentle with me,” he muttered.
Gryphen sympathized.
He knew the man was under duress, and that was the only reason he wasn’t trying to tear into him.
Well, that and Elizabeth warned them all that if they did, she’d get mean.
They believed her.
“It’s not going well, Gryph. He tried to take his life. I barely caught him before he plummeted to his death. Now, he’s in the Master’s Suite, pun intended, and I’m in a haunted castle trying to figure out why the hell I saw two dead guys, Duncan and Ciarán, and they had me save him.”
Oh, boy.
This was bad.
REAL.
BAD.
“Wait. Hold up. Can you rewind that back a little bit?” he asked. “Maybe take me back to plummeting to his death and give me details on that since I know plenty about Duncan and his lover? Tony hasn’t stopped talking about it in weeks.”
Because he had nothing better to do, and the idea of being alone in the castle creeped him out, he wanted the company.
Even if it was only a phone call.
He’d take it.
Michael was a team player, and he didn’t mind spreading the cuckoo around.
He was crazy like that.
Because he knew Gryphen was curious too, he told him everything, and when he was done, Gryphen whistled.
“You’re fucked.”
That made him laugh all over again.
