Page 77 of The Valiant Knight
“We’ll come get you later,” she promised. “And we’ll respect you too. I don’t know how you’re going to feel being in the same room with your ex, but we can’t help that. You belong in the crypt in your once home.”
Brushing some moss from the stone, Gabby was grateful to have this time to make peace with Ceit. The last thing they needed was for her to be a pissed-off ghost.
Pass on that.
All around her, the wind was blowing, and she kept talking.
“I think you’ll like the new Mistress of the manor,” she admitted as she was picking some weeds that surrounded herstone. “Elizabeth Blackhawk is a tough, badass woman who fights for justice. She will let you stay in the castle as long as you don’t haunt her. That’s a bad idea,” she said, laughing.
A really bad one.
Oh, it was amusing as hell to picture it, but somehow, she believed Elizabeth would get final say about the ghosts.
She kept talking to Ceit.
“You’ll be safe there. I hope that there’s someone in the afterlife that can protect you. Everyone needs to be protected when they are at their weakest.”
That was a very true statement for Gabby. She wished all of the time that she’d find that person who would forever have her back.
Her ex-husband surely didn’t.
Both she and Ceit were discarded by their men.
And that hurt.
Now that she’d gotten a good look at the grave, it was time to just chill out and explore. The promise of bunnies was a little too big of a lure. After seeing the fainting goat, now, she wanted to enjoy some bunnies.
With that, she turned and headed back the way she came, blissfully unaware that she was being tracked.
By a cop.
As she was walking down the trail, she could see from the one side of the cliff that there was, indeed, a lake.
Holy shit!
It was so pretty.
Then again, Scotland was a gorgeous country, and her only regret was she didn’t have more time here.
All she could do was get some pretty pictures there that she could look at and remember when she had to return to DC.
It appeared to be time to enjoy nature like Graham suggested.
As she moved down the hill that led to the water, she heard something crying in the distance. They weren’t human cries, but instead, some kind of an animal.
What was this?
Immediately, being an animal lover, she had to investigate.
Jogging down, she saw on the ice there was a little fawn that had walked out there and couldn’t stand back up. It was laying there helplessly.
Oh, no!
It was spring, and all of the babies were being born, and this baby went too far out on the ice.
The little one was in trouble, and without its mother anywhere in sight.
Immediately, she knew what she needed to do.
