Any.
Damn.
Day.
As he was enthralled with watching his man, that’s when he heard the noise.
Ian didn’t move.
Holy shit.
Was he really hearing it? Someone was singing in the hallway outside of their bedroom.
For a brief moment, he thought to wake Gryphen, but then, decided to let him sleep. He’d earned it. The man had to have cum at least ten times, most of them in his ass.
Or mouth.
Instead, he’d investigate on his own. With Gryphen out cold, he’d be able to go and get back without him knowing he was gone.
If it was the ghost, he wanted to see if maybe she was trying to tell them something.
IF it was a ghost.
He wasn’t one hundred percent sure he believed that it even existed. He’d yet to see Ceit, and seeing was believing.
Right?
Slipping from bed, he pulled on a t-shirt and jeans. Then, he slipped into his shoes.
Looking back, Gryphen was still asleep, and none the wiser. Yes, he told him to stay right where he could see him, but he’d be right back.
There was no way he could miss this opportunity.
Following Ceit was necessary.
As he opened the door, he was grateful it didn’t make any sound, or it would have woken the sleeping Gryphen. As he listened to the soft melodious singing, that’s when he saw her.
HOLY SHIT.
And there she was in all of her glory.
She was translucent, but he could still make out most of her. She had dark hair, and her eyes were icy blue. The minute she realized he saw her, she focused on him.
He couldn’t believe this.
Ian wanted to get Gryphen, but he knew if he looked away, she’d be gone.
When neither of them moved, he swore he felt the hallway go cold.
He could see his breath just like when they’d been down in the crypt.
Keeping his voice low, he spoke to her.
“What do you need, Ceit? Show me what you need,” he said, his voice barely over a whisper.
She looked back at him, and waved her hands, like she was trying to get him to follow.
Well, it looked like he was following a ghost through a castle at three in the morning.