Page 81 of The Protective Gryphen

I was the queen here.

May your world crumble around you until this castle is nothing more than ruins, and with it go your story.

For you are a bastard, Duncan.

I curse you to never love again.

I curse you to never marry.

I curse you, and I shall forever haunt these halls.

So mote it be.

Ceit.

When he put the paper down, they all knew it had to be hella bad. That was one very angry woman.

Gryphen shook his head.

“Yowza, she was pissed. I’m gonna bet another woman came into the picture while he was away. He went off to war, and he fell in love with someone else,” he guessed. “It happens all of the time.”

Graham agreed.

“A pissed off woman who curses your home and life? He was definitely sleeping with someone who was NOT the woman giving his child life. That’s a given.”

“This is wild,” Ian said. “It’s a mystery.”

Graham pointed at the papers.

“I wish I could let you have them to read over, Ian, but they need to go in the old book with the other pages. We have to find the rest of the history of Ravensmire.”

He understood.

Ian wanted that.

He was invested.

“If we explore and find more pages here, I’ll let you know.”

Gryphen was quick to point out one thing.

“I’m not going in another crypt, especially if there are bodies in it. I do enough body hunts at work with Elizabeth. I’ve walked through some nasty shit. I’m on vacation. The only body I’m touching is yours, Ian, and often.”

He blushed.

How could he not?

Gryphen was definitely making claim to him in front of the other man, and he wasn’t disappointed.

Not.

At.

All.

“Well, if you think I’m saying no to a sexy Marine, you’ve lost your marbles, soldier.”

He winked at Ian.

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