Page 98 of The Defiant Curse

“Jesus! She’s freezing,” Michael said. “Let’s get her out of here. I don’t like this. She’s going to get sick or something!”

Yeah, that was a bad sign. It was very cold down here.

Carefully, Michael scooped her up, and they began heading back to the main part of the house. Elizabeth, the whole time, was unresponsive. She was breathing and he could feel her pulse against his arm as he cradled her neck, but she was still.

This was one hell of a deep sleep.

That was for sure.

Yeah, this really was odd for her.

Then again, she’d had a rough few days. Could this all be because of exhaustion?

If that was the case, Chris was getting a call.

Only, that didn’t explain the bubbles in the lake, the painting falling from the frame, or the unlocked crypt.

Now did it?

“What are we going to do?” Graham asked. “We absolutely can’t leave her alone. What if she wanders off? Or gets hurt? We promised to keep her safe.”

Yeah, he’d been thinking about the same thing.

Carrying her up the stairs, he broke it to his husband. It appeared it was sleepover time.

“So, how do you feel about a threesome?” he asked.

Graham stared over at him, and his mouth was hanging open.

Finally, he went there.

“I sincerely hope you’re joking, or we’re about to have our first marital fight. Because I absolutely am not into that kind of a kink. Spank me, absolutely. Make me watch you fuck a woman, OH, HELL NO, LAD.”

He actually laughed.

“I was joking, because this is one hell of a situation, and I’m a whole lot scared to death for her. This is my Mom. If anything happens to her…”

Graham got it.

He could hear the emotion in his voice, and he understood loving someone so much that seeing them hurt broke you.

Been there.

Done that.

Michael wasn’t done.

“For the record, I meant more like we’re crashing in her room. You can have the chair, and I’ll sleep on the floor. We need to block that door so she can’t get out.”

That calmed him right down. He didn’t know why he worried about Michael wanting someone else, but one of them had been engaged to someone else.

And that someone wasn’t him.

“Well, that I’m good with, but we’ll both sleep on the floor. I’ll drag the mattress in from the other room. We’re probably all safer in there if this thing is back. If we block the door, what’s she going to do? Walk through the wall? Then, we call a priest,” he said, crossing himself.

Yeah, that was a good plan.

Now, Michael was curious.