Page 2 of The Defiant Curse

Or shine.

So, that took time and dedication. All of which they were willing to do.

When Elizabeth had given them both a stake in the magnificent old lady, they wanted her glory to shine through for when their guests came.

Ravensmire sat crumbling for far too long, and she’d been meticulously put back together again, so history could continue—not end with her.

And continue she would.

After the wedding, they would be opening it up for party rentals, holiday festivities, and so much more. Both Callen and Chris were giving them carte blanche with what went on there—with the provision if the Blackhawks had to leave the US, and have a safe place to lay low, it would fully be available to them.

They were a big brood, after all.

That, if anything, was feasible to the two men. They had invested all of their money into the castle, and all Michael and Graham had to do was run it.

That was beyond fair.

So, when Gryphen and Ian’s wedding was over, they would be opening it up for Christmas in Scotland, and neither man could wait.

They were going to deck the halls and allow tours of the castle—since the dead seemed to stop haunting. That had been up in the air until they’d put the dead to rest.

Oh, and resting they were.

Now, Duncan was safely tucked in the crypt with his lover, Ciarán, by his side, and Ceit was put back in her crypt alongside the man she’d married and given an heir.

Those three were calm, resting, and at peace.

Not only had the main dwellers been given their final resting place to live out their eternity, but so had the other three dead.

After finding his bones where Catherine had dragged him, they had buried Ceit’s evil father as far from the castle as possible, out by the trails.

Yep.

The box and all that had been in it was nailed shut and then dropped in a hole where he would spend the rest of his time.

Oh, and that was exactly where he needed to be since he’d been a horrible human being during life. Selling off your children to be married for money, and then killing one when she was unhappy…

That was shit parenting at its best, even during that time.

Finally, with him found and put to rest, the darkness in the castle was also no longer haunting the place.

Catherine was still in the lake—the pieces they couldn’t bring up, but she was given her baby back, and in the process, the child was also given a grave.

Watery, but a grave, nonetheless.

Hopefully, with all the people at rest, it would be safe now to have outsiders tour the building, taking in the home.

Fingers were crossed.

In fact, Michael had plans of a giant tree in the foyer, welcoming them all. When he and Graham had been in the military, there was no money for that, but now…

He was going to give his husband a holiday he’d never forget.

EVER.

There was going to be snow, and romantic horseback rides with a hay wagon carrying Christmas carolers, but first, they had to get through Halloween and a wedding.

That was the priority for now, but as soon as it was time to deck the halls, Michael was doing it up like no one had ever seen before.