Page 101 of The Defiant Curse

Then, she was jealous.

She missed being cuddled.

She missed being held.

She missed her husbands.

It was crazy that she had four, and here she was, alone with none of them near her. Then again, that had been her choice, so she could find herself.

And she wasn’t.

So far, there was still a hole in her soul.

The worst part was that she didn’t know how to fill it back up again.

Hopefully, her time here helped Elizabeth navigate this so she could figure out if she was going back to the FBI or not. As of that moment, she wasn’t.

She had two weeks to figure it out before she was due back to work, and in that time, there was a lot to come to grips with in her world.

Only, now, she needed to figure out what was going on here.

Were the men worried about her last night, and that was why they were camping on her floor in front of the fire?

And speaking of fires, this castle was hella drafty. All she recalled through the night was the cold that seemed to wrap around her, relentlessly.

Carefully getting out of bed, she moved toward the mattress and crouched down.

When she touched Michael, his eyes popped open, and he yelped as someone was staring down at him.

That someone looked like Ceit.

It made Graham do the same thing, and both men sat up with a start.

“Woah, it’s just me. What is this?” she asked, as they were staring at her. “I woke up, and there were two men in my room—and not the men who SHOULD be in here. Out of all of them, this is not the combo that need to be here.”

Immediately, Graham started laughing.

Beside him, Michael just sighed.

“Jesus, Elizabeth. You scared the hell out of us. Wear a bell,” he muttered.

Truthfully, they both slept for shit, watching the bed to make sure she didn’t move, or nothing popped into the room to make their lives hellish.

Like a ghost.

At his comment, she snorted.

Why?

That was all kinds of crazy that she’d managed to sneak up on him. He was an Archangel, and he was pretty damn stealthy himself. That he didn’t hear her…

Something was up.

“Are you okay, Lass?” Graham asked.

She was confused.

“Yeah, except I don’t know why you’re in here. You both could have just woke me up and told me you were sleeping in here. You could have slept in the bed. You’re gay. I’m not. We all would have been fine. I can distinguish between husbands and sons. I’m smart like that.”