Page 142 of The Valiant Knight
He didn’t know how to do this.
Or what to do with it.
“I don’t think whatever this is wants the truth to come out. Only, it will. It always does. When you fall, you don’t tumble. The heaviest part of you hits first. Your back. Gravity doesn’t change mid-fall. If she jumped, she would have landed face down. She fell backward. Who jumps backward? Someone shoved her, and I think it’s whatever this entity is. It’s angry, and it’s out for blood.”
Oh, he didn’t like that.
All day, the vibe in the castle was off, and it felt creepy. That was a new sensation here, and he didn’t like it.
It was darker.
Colder.
And not how it had been.
“Tony and I found a letter in the crypt. It was from Ceit to Duncan, talking about a Ciarán Begbie. She said she didn’t like him in their home, and he made her feel off.”
He knew where she was taking this.
“You think she was killed by him?”
Gabby wasn’t sure if it was by him, or possibly Duncan.
“Or her husband. He was trapped in a loveless marriage that he was forced into. Back then, how did they get rid of situations like that?”
Oh, he knew.
It made sense.
“He comes home from battle, and he ends their relationship. This is his castle, and he doesn’t want us meddling.”
This was problematic. They had six months to get it renovated and livable.
For the Blackhawks.
“I don’t think this mystery is as innocent as we suspected. Gryphen and Ian got a part of the story, but what if she was buried outside of the castle because she was killed, and the killer couldn’t bear having her in here.”
They both heard the crying, and it appeared that Ceit was back. Her remains had been disturbed, and she was back in the place where she died.
Had they screwed up?
Returning her?
Gabby was to the point.
“We have to piece this together, because whatever we did made something angry.”
That was all he had to hear. Graham grabbed her hand, and pulled her from the room.
He never minded being in the castle before, but now, he didn’t like the feeling he was getting. As a soldier, his senses were on alert.
“Don’t go back up there.”
Oh, she wouldn’t.
Handing him the journal, she wanted him to put it where it was safe.
“I have to find Finn. He didn’t hurt me. Finn didn’t do anything but kiss me. I can’t let this break him. He’s a decent guy, and I like him.”
