Page 90 of The Defiant Curse

Never in all of his seven years of working protection duty for the Blackhawks had anything like this ever happened.

All Michael knew was that this was terrifying to see. The woman stood there not far from the island, just staring ahead at the kitchen, not moving.

She looked…

Scary.

Out of it.

HAUNTED.

Michael didn’t know why that word popped into his head, but that’s what he’d thought. She looked freaking haunted.

What the hell was this?

One of these things was definitely NOT like the others, and that thing was bizarrely happening in front of them.

“I think she’s sleepwalking,” he whispered. “She’s never done this before. In fact, I’ve never seen anyone do this. I’m not sure what the hell is going on.”

Oh, well, it hit Graham as to what was going on.

And Graham’s eyes went huge.

“The ghosts,” he whispered. “It was off today. She came here, and it all started back up. I don’t think this mystery is done. I don’t think we put it to bed, Laddie, because we ALSO put her to bed.”

Oh, tell him about it.

Yeah, he’d been thinking the same thing.

“I think we have a problem,” Graham stated.

This was oddly familiar to him. Not that long ago, when Tony and Gabby showed up here to work on the skulls, Gabby had dreams, and she had actually been caught sleepwalking to the tower to jump.

This was alarming.

And unsafe.

“What do we do?” Graham asked.

Michael wasn’t sure.

“I don’t think we should wake her. I think I read that you’re not supposed to do that. Let’s see what she does. Then, we’ll get her back to bed, somehow.”

That worked for him.

As she moved from the kitchen, they followed her, not sure where she was going or what she was going to do.

What they did know was this was NOT on their BINGO cards for tonight. What started as a calm, sexy night was turning into one hell of a free-for-all.

The whole castle was stirred up, including the living there.

NO.

Scratch that.

The activity wasn’t just stirring.

It was appearing, with a vengeance.