Page 59 of The Protective Gryphen

Gryphen tried to stay focused to stay engaged in the conversation, but it wasn’t easy since he was still worked up.

“What do some of them say, Baby?” he asked, fighting for that control.

Ian read them to him, and the whole time, Gryphen forced himself to stay focused on what Ian was saying.

“In the late fifteen hundreds, a Scottish nobleman built this castle. He was a knight and was married to an Irish woman. Apparently, they were going to live here and raise their family.”

Nothing about that sounded out of the ordinary.

“This place is old,” Gryphen admitted. “That’s definitely why Callen and Chris wanted it. They’re always saying Elizabeth has an old soul. I think that she would fit in here.”

That was the truth.

She loved the history of things.

“What else?” he asked.

He continued.

“Well, the man, Duncan Granndach, the Knight, was off protecting Scotland from the British. That’s crazy that he was an actual knight who built a castle.”

Gryphen pointed out the obvious.

“Well, we know how that ended,” he admitted. “Hello, commonwealth and control by the British.”

That they did.

Ian kept reading, and then sharing the information with the man he loved.

“What next?”

He pointed.

“There are pages missing. They look as if they were ripped out or something happened to them.”

He checked out what he was pointing at.

“They were definitely ripped out.”

Ian went to the next entry.

“Oh, no,” he said.

Gryphen was curious.

“What?” he asked.

Ian told him.

“They didn’t make it. It just says that the castle was never the same after she left it.”

Uh, that didn’t bode well.

“Why did she leave?” Gryphen asked. “Did he not come back from war?”

He kept flipping.

“I mean, he must have. The late fifteen hundreds is the date, so this castle was still theirs. Did she die? Did they have kids? I want to know,” he said.

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