Page 217 of The Valiant Knight
The Witching Hour
At first, Finn didn’t register the bed moving, but it did. When he opened his eyes, he saw Gabby heading for the door, which was odd.
Where was she going?
What the hell was she doing at this time of the night?
Well, he was following.
Getting out of bed, he pulled on his jeans, and slipped into his shoes.
As he stepped out into the hall, he ran down the stairs looking for her, and she wasn’t in the kitchen, so she didn’t go down.
In fact, the castle was silent so that meant one thing.
Well, shit.
She went up.
Unfortunately for Finn, the only thing that was‘up’was the tower where she’d nearly been crushed by a bookshelf and where he’d blacked out.
Why the hell would she go there alone at this time of the night and risk a repeat performance?
He had no clue.
Well, it was time to find out.
Racing up, he found her walking into the room. When she closed the door, he was confused.
What the hell?
Was she ghost hunting in her nightgown and barefoot for fun?
He could think of better things to do at three in the morning.
“Gabby?” he called.
Only, she didn’t answer, and that worried him to no end.
So, he headed for the door.
When he opened it, Finn nearly saw God—and not in a good way.
Standing in the window, with the grate open and no protection from falling, was his woman.
As soon as he stepped in, he knew they had problems. The whole room was ice cold, colder than the rest of the castle, and it felt…evil.
Oh, hell, no!
“GABBY!”he shouted to get her attention, as things flew off another shelf at him.
What the fuck?
When she didn’t answer, and lifted her foot like she was going to take a step into the freefall, Finn moved fast, racing at her.
With seconds to spare, he locked his arm around her, and slid across the floor with his woman in his arms.
They landed against a shelf, and it teetered and started to fall. Rolling, Finn got his woman clear, and his body out from under it before it hit the ground.
