Page 304 of The Defiant Curse

Michael peeked his head in.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” he asked. “God. I hope to hell I’m not.”

Well, speak of the devil.

They had just been talking about him.

“No, you’re good,” Ethan admitted. “In fact, we were just discussing you.”

He lifted a brow.

Well, that made him curious.

“Can I come in?”

Blackhawk waved him in, and Michael closed the door behind him. He moseyed his way to the big bed, and sat at the end, facing them.

“What’s up?” she asked.

He went there.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Well, they were a captive audience.

“What?” she asked.

He wasn’t sure how they were going to take this—specifically, Elizabeth.

“We were making breakfast, when the gate beeped. We have company.”

She lifted a brow.

“Who?” she asked, knowing Gabby and Finn stayed with them last night at the castle since Finn didn’t have work today.

He shared.

“The psychic is back. Sarah said she needs to talk to you again, but this time about the castle. Her spirit guides have been out of control, and she had to come—AGAIN.”

Elizabeth sighed.

That was exactly what Michael expected her to do—well, that or punch the woman.

With Elizabeth, she was pretty predictable regarding certain things.

“I don’t like that kind of a thing.”

Michael got it.

“Well, for the record, she’s a nice person, and she isn’t trying to annoy you. You just dislike psychics. If she was just selling honey at the market, you’d be up in her grill for some samples of honey.”

She snorted.

That was the most ridiculous analogy she’d heard. She wouldn’t want samples of honey because before then, Callen would have bought her a colony of bees so she could harvest her own.

If she didn’t already own some.

“Because most of the time, it’s a bucket of hooey. It’s nothing personal. I just don’t like hooey.”