All.
“I need a drink,” he said, his nerves shot to shit over all of this. This castle was dark and dangerous.
That was for sure.
Well, they could all do with one of those, now couldn’t they?
“Then, I suggest we have one. It’s going to be a long night,” Tony admitted.
That it was.
As Finn held Gabby’s hand, he closed the door behind them to close up whatever was in that tower room.
Truth be told, he wished there was a lock on it, because he didn’t want this happening again.
It was terrifying.
In the kitchen, Tony went to where the liquor was, and poured them all some amber liquid into cups.
“What is it?” Gabby asked, when he handed her one.
“Girl, you just tried to commit sleep suicide. Does it matter?” he asked. “Bottoms up,” he stated.
Yeah, he had a point.
“To surviving this haunted Castle,” Tony said, clinking his glass off of theirs.
Then, they all kicked it back by chugging that amber liquid. It turned out, it was Scotch, and it burned all the way down.
When she could finally speak, she went there.
“We have to figure this out,” Gabby said.
They both stared at her.
“This is your first suggestion?” Finn asked. “Not run for your life? That’s where I was heading. Something is gunning for you.”
She stopped him.
“Do you think leaving Graham here alone to deal with this when he’s fighting his own demons is a good idea?” she asked.
Well, damn it.
That made him pause.
Then, he had to give that fantasy of running away up. He couldn’t do his friend dirty like that.
“No.”
She put her glass down.
“We’re going into the village tomorrow. We’ll do some research. Ask around, and see what we can figure out,” she stated. “We might not get full resolution of this situation, but Graham told us that when Gryphen and Ian found Ceit’s grave, it calmed down. We just need to get it to that point.”
And then what?
That was the million dollar question.
Tony sighed.