Page 103 of The Defiant Curse

She didn’t like this. In her dream, she’d walked with Ceit to the foyer but didn’t do the rest of that. Instead, they talked about her heart.

But it was too close for comfort for her.

“Guys, that’s not funny.”

Oh, well, tell them about it. They’d had to watch her do all of it.

“You don’t recall it?” Graham asked. “Really, Lass?”

She shook her head.

Oh, and she was scared because she had a dream where she walked out an open door, went and stood in the foyer with Ceit and talked about the painting.

Michael continued.

“Then, you went to the crypt, that was suspiciously open and unlocked, stood there, then you decided to lay on top of her crypt to take a goddamn nap. IN THE CRYPT, ELIZABETH! What the hell?”

Oh.

Jesus.

Christ.

He wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“You had us freaked the fuck out all night. You looked like you were in a trance. You didn’t say anything, and you didn’t do anything weird, other than the last part. What the hell was with sleeping on a crypt?”

She didn’t like this.

Not.

At.

All.

Silently, she sat there.

“What?” Michael said. “Talk to us, Honey, because something went on that was weird. We can’t explain it. It was so crazy that we had to sleep blocking your door. I don’t overly exaggerate, and I don’t get freaked out easily, but I’m doing both of those things now.”

Oh, this was bad.

Elizabeth had that feeling in the pit of her stomach, and it had her scared stupid.

So, she shared.

“I had a dream. I woke up, and it sounded like someone was banging doors and things downstairs. So, I went to investigate.”

Graham was horrified.

Why would she do that alone?

WHY?

“Lass, you should leave that up to us. You could get hurt. Our job is to keep you safe. What if someone jumped you?”

Both she and Michael stared at him.