Page 108 of The Defiant Curse

“We can have Gabby help. She loves a mystery, and we know she’s still kinda bummed about the miscarriage. You’d be helping her work through it too. It keeps her distracted, and Graham can only ask her for so much decorating advice.”

She sighed.

What wouldn’t she do to help Gabby?

“I owe her a paycheck for helping find Devon Slater, so seeing her would be fun—despite the crazy ghosts.”

The lights turned off.

Elizabeth raised her voice.

“Yeah, I don’t like that shit. Knock it off. No haunting my damn room!”

Graham laughed.

“It grows on you, Lass, and they really have a mind of their own. Now, go get dressed. Gabby has some more clothes in the one guest room closet. We’ll get some food and go shopping for ya.”

Well, she did like seeing the sights.

Getting up, she pointed.

“Which way?” she asked, as the men moved the mattress.

They pointed down the hall, and she headed there.

When she was gone, Michael shook his head.

“I hope this doesn’t get weird. She’s worn out. I’m not sure if this is a good plan or a horrible one.”

Graham kissed his husband.

“It’s a HORRIBLE one, but you were right. We have to get this handled. How difficult can it be to find a dead woman’s heart when she’s already decayed?”

He stared at him.

“Uh, Graham, damn difficult.”

He slapped him on the ass as he slid the mattress out the door.

“Then good for us that we have an actual investigator this time, or we’d be fucked.”

He sighed.

Yeah, but was she in the right state of mind to do this?

That was the big question.

Because her heart was missing too.

* * * The Ravensmire Castle * * *

Nine A.M.

Airstrip

Landing

When the jet touched down, Ethan was thrilled to get to the same place his wife was currently hiding at. Now, he’d be able to see her, and make amends.