Page 319 of The Defiant Curse

Taking a little spade that they also picked up on the way there, she began digging a little hole. It wasn’t too deep, but no one came here.

Clearly.

Who was going to come and steal Ceit’s heart?

As she dug the hole, she had peace over this decision. The necklace was priceless, but it had to be here.

With Cathal Connacht

Callum Granndach

And now, Ceit Granndach.

Putting the necklace in the hole, protected inside a small box, she covered it back up.

“Here you go, great-great-great way too many great grandma. You’re back with the man you loved—and not only your lover but your son.”

Ethan handed her the flowers, and she put them on the ground.

As she sat there, she spoke to them.

“When I came across the pond, I was broken, and now, I understand more. I didn’t know who I’d become, but I know now. I’m part of you guys, and so are my children. I’m only sad my daddy couldn’t see this. He always wanted to know who his ancestors were. It turns out he was warrior stock, and so am I.”

No one would ever argue that.

Elizabeth continued.

“We came from tough people, and I’ll remember that. You did what you had to do, and now, I’ll do what I have to do. I’m not giving up. I’m going to keep fighting because walking through blood and bowel is my destiny—not a curse. I see that now. My lineage survived by some miracle when Duncan made the choice to keep Callum. I like to believe it was because he suspected Ireland would struggle, and people would die. He was saving our bloodline. For that, I’m so grateful.”

As he listened to her talk, Ethan was proud of her.

She’d found herself.

And she’d found her past.

What he knew was that everyone should know where they came from.

EVERYONE.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, as she split the flowers between the two graves, so they were both given some. No one came here, but now, she’d change that.

She knew.

“Ireland is the motherland. I think Ceit should be buried beside Callum and Cathal. I think I’m going to pay to have her moved here. She’d want to be with them, not in a crypt in Scotland. Putting a fingerbone here doesn’t seem like enough. Her whole being should be with them. Mother. Soulmate. Son. That was Duncan’s land—not hers.”

He kissed their joined fingers.

“That’s a good idea. I think Duncan and Cieran would approve. After all, they had their own love story—exclusive of Ceit’s. They can live their eternity out there in the castle. Then, everyone gets their happily ever after. You gave them that, Baby. You made a team who helped solve it, and you finished it up.”

She agreed.

“I just wish they could have just had their lives. What’s crazy is everyone thought the Darragh family ended with Catherine and her child. Oison only had two children before his death. His daughters. When it was really the Granndach bloodline that died—in a way.”

It was crazy how history had been wrong.

The truth always came out when you poked it long enough, and the dead hadn’t let it die.

They’d kept hope going.