Page 35 of The Valiant Knight
Had it been because he was given such a stupid job to handle that wasn’t even his responsibility?
Was it because he was wasting time instead of helping people who really needed his help?
Or was it possible he was pissy because he had no choice in the matter?
Could that be it?
Yeah, it was likely the latter.
Who was he kidding?
The bottom line was that Finn was edgy, and that was never good. Whenever he’d felt like that, something was definitely off.
Or bad shit was coming.
He was thinking about Ravensmire Castle, and what his friend had told him about the ghosts.
Did he think he was crazy?
Yes.
But there was a little part of him that was curious to see if he was being legit. Yes, he’d seen that teacup fall, and without provocation.
What had that been about?
Was it just coincidence?
Instead of dwelling on it, he pulled on his lounging pants, and climbed into his bed.
Alone.
Again.
It was for the millionth time since his ex had left him in the dust.
What he needed was a good night’s sleep, and to let his brain stop thinking about that damn castle.
Tomorrow, and there was no doubt in his mind, he’d check in with the Americans and check out—as soon as he possibly could.
After all, his bathroom needed a new coat of paint.
That sounded better than ghost busting.
For.
Damn.
Sure.
Because he was absolutely afraid of some ghosts.
As he closed his eyes, he started slipping into sleep so easily, and that was anything but the norm. For the first time in a while, he wasn’t tossing and turning, but going right to bed.
Finn wasn’t sure how long it took, but he was finally out cold, and reality slipped away.
And that’s when the dream began.
Finn was back at the castle, and that was just proof that he was pissy about the job he had to handle the next day. Why else would he be dreaming about this?
