Page 89 of The Defiant Curse

He knew there was one left.

Now, the alarms were going off on his phone?

Yeah, Michael was betting that wasn’t a coincidence.

“Skip the gun! Let’s get down there,” he stated, not wanting to kill anyone there. Honestly, he was an Archangel. In hand-to-hand, he was more than lethal.

This person had done fucked up.

This was NOT the castle to break into.

Flinging open the door, they moved to Elizabeth’s room to ensure she was safe and found it empty.

Oh.

Jesus.

Christ.

Now, Michael was freaking out because if anything happened to her…

Heads.

Would.

Roll.

She’d trusted him to keep her safe, and now, she was missing, and the door was open. All he could hope was whoever came in here didn’t grab her and run.

“Pull up the cameras,” he said to his husband. “We might need to hunt for her outside if someone took her. I don’t like this!” he admitted.

Yeah, him either.

As for the cameras, Graham could do that.

As they raced down the stairs, they reached the bottom and came to a stop. It was so fast that Graham slammed into the back of his husband since he’d been on his phone, accessing the cameras.

Elizabeth was standing there.

Alone.

As he surveyed the room, the lights were on, but that was normal. They were motion-activated when someone came into the room. Not far away, the weirder situation was that the kitchen door was wide open.

As they stood there, watching Elizabeth to see if she was okay, she didn’t move.

Not.

At.

All.

In fact, she was eerily still, staring off into the distance as if she was lost in thought.

“What the hell?” Graham whispered. “Is she okay, Laddie?” he asked.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure.

This was new.