Page 213 of The Protective Gryphen

Ian pointed.

“What were you saying?”

“Apparently, we do,” he said. “Well, now, I’m creeped out.”

Ian reassured him.

“We found out she had a son for him, and that she killed herself, but we have to finish this. She won’t be at peace until we do.”

He knew where this was heading.

“Please tell me you’re not going to make me find her grave, dig her up, and put her in the crypt.”

He stared at him like he was insane.

“Uh, no. We’re going to find her and dump this in Callen’s lap because he bought a haunted castle with Chris, and they need to clean this shit up before Elizabeth gets here and loses her nut.”

Well, he liked that idea.

“And you really want to figure this out?”

He nodded.

“Don’t you?”

Gryphen almost said no, but then, he realized that Ian really was having a good time, and he wasn’t thinking about Will, or what was going on back in DC.

“I do, but during daylight hours. Can we at least handle this when the sun is out, and the ghosts are not?”

That seemed fair.

“Well, as a heads-up, Gryph, I have something fun planned for us later.”

He stared at him.

“Uh, I have something planned too,” Gryphen said.

That made him laugh.

“Well, then I guess we have a really busy day ahead of us,” Ian admitted.

He grinned.

“Well, then, how about we go to bed?” he asked, taking his hand, and walking him back toward the kitchen. Once there, Ian stopped remembering that he’d forgotten to put the paper in the journal with the others.

“Can you go up to bed? I’ll be right up.”

Gryphen lifted a brow.

Yeah, he didn’t like the sound of this. He really hoped his man wasn’t going to play games with ghosts.

“Where are you going, Nancy?” he asked.

Ian laughed.

“Relax, Bess. I need to put this in the journal in the library. I forgot that I can’t keep it. That’s all. Go, Gryphen. Really. I’m locked in a castle, and it’s just you, me, and Graham. After the show you gave him…”

He stopped that.

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