Page 93 of The Defiant Curse

Elizabeth wasn’t sure how she knew why she was there, but then again, she was talking to a dead person so…

Who was she to question anything?

Clearly, she was out of her goddamn mind, and this was the first part of her breakdown.

“Yes,” she said. “My husband broke my heart. He lost faith in me.”

Ceit sighed.

“Men. They are troublesome creatures. A lost ma love. Death kept us apart.”

She was confused.

“Duncan was your love. He came home but you were dead. Your father killed you.”

Her smiled turned sad, and the laughter was gone, and in its place was sobbing.

“A lost our son. He wis taken from me. No aw words are truth, Lass.”

What the hell did that mean?

Only, she was overwhelmed. Now, Elizabeth felt her sorrow. It hit her in a wave as the sobbing echoed around them.

As a mother, she understood that fear, and that pain. Losing a child…

It was horrific.

“A wis supposit tae give him thon child. His child. I didnae. No before A deed.”

Elizabeth listened to the words. They weren’t only sad, but they were sing-song, and melodic.

Now, she was curious.

“What do you need for peace? There’s a curse here, supposedly, and I’d really like my castle not to be cursed, if you know what I mean.”

Ceit laughed.

“Oh, the curse. The only ane wha can break it is me. A must get ma heart back.”

Elizabeth lifted a brow.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure what any of this meant. It was so damn confusing, not only what she was saying, due to the slang, but also because she gave Duncan a son. She gave him his child before she died.

And what did she mean by ‘no aw words are truth’?

What words weren’t the truth?

As they started walking again, she wasn’t sure where she was bringing her. They were going deeper into the bowels of the castle.

Yeah, and it was getting chillier.

Yep.

She didn’t like this.

Now would be a good time for Michael to hear the sounds going on in the castle, and help her.

Someone forgot how to be a light sleeper. Tomorrow, she was busting his ass.