Page 23 of The Defiant Curse

“They’ve been calm since we reunited their bones. Duncan just wanted to be with his love, and now, he is. Ceit is back in her stone coffin and not ostracized from her castle. Catherine has her baby back. Plus, Oison was buried far off in the woods where he can’t bother us, and everyone is where they should be. I haven’t heard shit in the castle for a good month.”

Well, that helped.

Again, she was one issue away from a stay at the local sanitarium.

“If I see one ghost…”

He laughed.

“Well, a wise woman once said to me, the dead can’t hurt you, but the living can. I’d go with that and you should be perfectly fine.”

Oh, hell.

He had her there.

That was what she told everyone—mostly because she stood over the dead, and people asked how she could stomach it.

How?

That was easy.

Someone had to do it.

As they reached the back of the castle, there were trees surrounding the courtyard and entrance. They’d see that next, because Elizabeth found the barn.

And took off.

Michael had to jog after her, and he was amused. Why wasn’t he shocked that the animal whisperer wanted to be where the critters were?

As she headed into the barn, the animals were making noise at the company.

When Elizabeth’s head popped over the gate where the goats were, she scared them.

And they all fell over.

The second they all dropped to the ground, she started laughing outrageously.

How could she not?

Michael got there in time to see them topple over like dominoes, and he had to admit…

That didn’t get old.

“Oh, my God,” she said. “They pass out. They freaking faint! You have a pen of goats that can drop on command!”

He was amused.

“I told you,” he said.

Going into the stall, she picked one up, and it immediately came to life again, proving it had been faking it. The little guy squirmed, but let her hug it. In fact, it cuddled into her, and began chewing on her curly hair.

“You are so sickening cute,” she cooed to the goat. “How did you get so adorable?”

Then, she looked up.

“Does he have a name?”

Oh, well, she’d better believe it. His husband loved naming the animals on the farm. In fact, he insisted, and Michael had joined in the fun.