Page 94 of The Defiant Curse

“How do I break it for you? Because I don’t know if you’re aware or not, Ceit, but you’re deader than a doornail. You’re nothing but bones now.”

She looked over at her.

“Ye’re a micht sassy, lass. A like thon.”

Yeah, well, she liked being a sassy lass, too. That’s why she did it. That was part of her vibe. In her world, she was taking a stand against the hyper-masculine bullshit that tried to break her for so many years.

“Again, how do I break the curse. What do I have to do to help you? Can you just break it?”

At first, she didn’t answer, but instead, kept the haunted tour continuing.

In fact, they walked toward a gated wall, and speaking of vibes, Elizabeth didn’t like it.

This place felt…heavy.

That’s when she put two and two together, and realized where Ceit had taken her. She was now deep in the bowels of the castle.

Oh, shit.

This was going to be the crypt.

She’d bet money on it.

Finally, Ceit answered her.

“Ye find me heart. It will give ye the answers ne neit to figure it oot.”

Oh, Lordy.

Again, with the heart.

Elizabeth wasn’t sure what she meant by that. Ceit was dead for a long time. If she meant her literal heart, someone was shit out of luck.

Ashes to ashes.

Ceit was dust.

“Where is it?” she asked, using her investigator big brain to keep questioning her so she could put this jackassery to bed.

Once.

And.

For.

All.

All she could think about was her kids or The President of the United States being here, and the place being filthy with ghosts.

Now, if they wanted to haunt Callen and Chris…

Well, Karma was a real thing.

Now, Ceit was standing by the three stone sarcophaguses that were UNFORTUNATELY in her castle.

Gently, she ran her hand over her own crypt, and Elizabeth watched her. It was odd how she avoided Duncan’s crypt.

And Ciarán’s.