Page 76 of The Protective Gryphen

“Uh, I climbed into the empty one for those papers. Does that count as disturbed?”

He wasn’t sure.

“As long as you’re respectful of the dead, they tend to leave you alone.”

Well, that was an issue.

He saw her.

“Once she makes herself known to you,” Graham shared, “you’ll see more of her. Sometimes, when I’m here alone, and I do my walk through, I hear her.”

“We heard her crying,” Ian stated.

“Yeah, that’s Ceit’s ghost.”

Gryphen stared at Ian.

“I need to process this,” he said. “Maybe we should go get something to eat, and I can work through my brain that I might end up haunted like this castle.”

Ian laughed.

“I think you’ll be fine.”

Oh, he hoped so.

“Remember how much I’m in love with you when I get haunted.”

Ian reassured him since he wasn’t one hundred percent sure he believed in any of this.

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

Oh, Gryphen was willing to bet otherwise.

He.

Saw.

Her.

There was no doubt someone was standing there in the shadows watching them.

“Yeah, tell Ceit that.”

* * * The Ravensmire Chronicles * * *

Kitchen

Dinner Time

A Threesome

As Graham was about to serve dinner and leave, Ian asked him to stay with them and eat. The whole time, Gryphen kept a close eye on the man.

Someone was still being overly cautious, and Ian understood that. He simply patted his leg reassuringly, and tried to keep the conversation light.

Someone was really bad at keeping a poker face. There was no doubt Gryphen was giving off that ‘back off vibe’. Now, Ian was trying to take it down a notch.

Why?

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