Page 86 of The Defiant Curse

Thank.

Freaking.

God.

Now that she realized that, she could stop dreaming about her case and chasing Devon Slater. Because of how he’d died, she was reliving her choices, and that was stressing her out.

It wasn’t her proudest moment, and Elizabeth knew it would be something she carried on her soul, forever.

Honestly, it was rare she regrated much in her life, but that case had tested her boundaries, nearly breaking her.

So, waking up wasn’t a bad thing.

For.

Sure.

As she lay there, that’s when she heard the sound again. It was faint, but there was definitely something.

She had mother’s ears, which meant she didn’t sleep through the sound of children crying, vomiting, or general mayhem that shouldn’t be happening in the middle of the night.

As it seemed to get louder, that’s when Elizabeth tried to focus on the sound, figuring out that it sounded like doors opening and closing.

No, slamming.

What was this?

In the middle of the night?

Seriously?

Glancing down at her watch, it was the middle of the night, and there was no freaking way that Michael or Graham would be slamming doors, and since there were no kids anywhere near here…

Well, that only left two other options.

Someone was breaking in, or she was getting an up close and personal view of the witching hour.

Oh, boy.

It was wild how that was even a possibility. In her world, seldom did she have to worry about ghosts going bump in the night. It was almost always the bad guys.

It was funny.

At one point, her world was normal, but this was just more proof that it was spinning out of control, and no one was at the helm.

Here she was, in a haunted castle.

Away from her family.

And it had been by her own damn choice.

Yeah, wild.

Well, it wasn’t going to stop, clearly, so that meant she had to take care of business.

It appeared she was going to do something so ridiculous, like explore a haunted castle in the middle of the night to see what was going bump.

Oh, she’d lost her damn mind.