Page 91 of The Defiant Curse

Meanwhile…

At first, she was terrified by what she was seeing and hearing, but Elizabeth knew that this wasn’t real.

Ceit couldn’t possibly be real.

“Ghosts don’t exist.”

The woman’s laughter trickled over her body, giving her goosebumps. When she finally spoke, Elizabeth was confused as to how she understood her.

She was pretty sure it was in Gaelic.

Granted, that was one of the languages she understood some of, but it was still odd to understand it so well. It seemed to flip back and forth from Gaelic to English, and that English had a THICK Scottish accent.

“A’ve been waiting for ye tae arrive.”

Elizabeth wasn’t sure what this was all about, but after Gryphen and Ian telling her all about the place, and the ghosts there, she would be lying if she didn’t have a million and one questions.

Oh, she really was screwed on this one because the investigator in her was ALWAYS going to win.

Yep.

Hella.

Curious.

“Have you?” she asked.

The ghost nodded.

“A’m Ceit. A’m the lady o Ravensmire, or a wis. A see ye’re here now. We look alike.”

Yeah, she’d noticed.

It wasn’t like she could miss it. Elizabeth was sporting an oversized T-shirt, the one she went to bed in, and Ceit was in a tartan skirt, and linen-like shawl.

The tartan skirt was bright colors, and very pretty.

Other than the opposite attire, it was pretty much like looking in a mirror. There were slight differences, like Elizabeth was older.

Ceit was barely twenty—if that.

“Are you a ghost?” she asked. “Legitimately?”

Ceit laughed.

“Ay, a’m as dead as they come, Lass,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

It was longer than Elizabeth’s, but there were the same riotous curls.

Oh, boy.

There was no freaking way this was happening. What Elizabeth wanted was to freak out.

“Why are you here still? They put you to rest. They told me you were put in the crypt after they found out your father murdered you in cold blood because you wanted to go home.”

The woman moved closer.

“Thon’s a long story. Ma heart hurt bein here. Walk wi me, will ye?” she asked. “We can talk.”