Page 102 of The Defiant Curse

Michael was still staring at her.

And she didn’t like how he looked freaked out.

Had something happened?

Was security breached?

It took a lot to get a Marine to have that particular look on his face.

“What?” she asked. “Why do you look like you saw a ghost?”

Yeah, he was still so worried about her.

It had been a wild night, and NOT the kind he liked to have anymore. Guarding her was never an issue. Worried she was going to hurt herself because of a ghost…

Not fun.

“You don’t remember what happened?” he asked, curiously.

She looked confused.

By that, did he mean her going to bed at eight last night? Because that’s the only thing she’d done to make up for lost sleep.

“No. What happened?”

Michael looked at his husband, and then, they both stared at her.

“Guys, you’re worrying me,” she said.

THEM?

They were worrying her?

Oh, well, they had news for Elizabeth. She was about to be incredibly freaked out.

“The whole castle woke up when you opened the kitchen door and set off the alarms.”

She blinked.

Huh?

How did she do that from bed?

“What?”

He wasn’t done.

“Yeah, we woke up and followed you through the castle. The doors have alarms, and once I set them, if you don’t turn them off, I’m alerted. I thought someone broke in.”

She sat on the mattress beside them, and immediately, her heart began pounding in her chest.

What was this?

“I opened the door?” she asked, thinking back to her dream and what happened in it. In that DREAM, the door was partially open—calling to her.

They both nodded.

“Then, you went to the foyer, moved a chair, stood on it, and touched the painting.”