Page 97 of The Defiant Curse

Down past the foyer, there were only so many places she could go. She bypassed the office, the dining room, the ballroom, and the library. That meant she was absolutely going to the crypt.

Oh, boy.

If she woke up there, the shit would be hitting the fan.

For.

Sure.

Once the gate was pulled open, Elizabeth entered without a single obstacle in her way.

“Uh, that was locked,” Michael stated. “We keep it chained, so no one bothers the graves.”

Yeah, Graham was about to say the same thing. That wrought-iron door shouldn’t be able to open. In fact, the fact that the chain and lock were in a pile on the floor was freaking him out.

It might be silent, but the dead were definitely not at peace.

Then, as Elizabeth walked in, they saw it. On the floor, by the one post, there was the thick chain, and on it, the padlock.

Still locked.

“Oh, shit,” Michael stated. “Unless she’s practicing magick and possessed by Houdini, something unlocked that gate.”

Graham wasn’t sure about that reference, but he understood what he was saying.

Oh, and they suspected they knew ‘what’ did it.

The dead.

It appeared they were back to being haunted again, and Elizabeth was the catalyst that set it all off. Her looking just like Ceit had to have done this.

They’d bet on it.

Inside the crypt, they watched her stand there. She was facing Ceit’s tomb, and not moving. She was staring at the stone, and there was zero emotion on her face.

That went on for about ten minutes, and Michael was starting to get worried. It was pretty chilly down here, and she was only wearing his t-shirt and undergarments.

Then, she did something alarming.

They watched in horror as Elizabeth climbed onto the tomb and laid there.

TO.

SLEEP.

“Okay, I’m creeped out beyond normal,” Graham said. “What the hell is going on? Is she really taking a nap on a tomb?” he asked in horror.

Michael had no idea.

This was horrifying, and the first time at this particular rodeo.

“I think we need to move her. That’s all kinds of bizarre. We absolutely can’t let her sleep down here.”

Well, yeah, and for a variety of reasons.

It was all kinds of cuckoo.

Moving toward her, he gently touched her hand, and she didn’t move. What he could tell was that her body was beyond chilly. Her fingers were icy cold.