“I felt like I was shoved,” she said, not sure why she said that.
Both men stared at her.
“I’m serious. It felt like someone shoved me backward.”
Uh, that was…weird.
“Maybe it was the ghost,” Tony said, climbing into the crypt with the set of bones.
Finn ignored that.
He wanted to go and get back as quickly as possible so he could be near her.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t fall anywhere unless I’m here to catch you,” he said softly as he stared deep into her eyes.
They went huge.
She stared at him as he walked away, and Jesus, but her heart was racing in her chest. There was something so familiar about the man, and she didn’t like that she’d had a dream about him.
Tony was out of the crypt with the first bone, and he moved closer.
“What was that about?” he asked. “He looked like he wanted to toss you over his shoulder and carry you back to his cave.”
She swallowed.
“Something happened.”
The only reason she was telling Tony was because she needed the voice of reason. He tended to err on the side of science.
There had to be a scientific reason.
Right?
“Remember how I said I had a rough night with my dreams?” she asked.
“Yeah. And?”
She told him.
“I was falling off a cliff, the cliffs outside the castle, and he saved me. He caught me.”
Tony was confused.
“But you just met him. How is that possible?” he asked.
Oh, she had no clue, but it didn’t change the fact that he did, indeed, save her.
Twice.
“Something shoved me,” she said. “I was pushed backward toward the crypt, Tony. I felt it.”
His eyes were huge.
“Really?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m not wary of him. You know how I get when a strange man comes near me.”