Page 49 of The Valiant Knight
Sue him, but he couldn’t help himself.
Not.
At.
All.
“Did you hear what he said?” she asked Tony. “Because one of us gets out of hand, and one of us, me, doesn’t.”
He laughed.
“Yeah, I heard. Ghosts…blah blah blah. Don’t do crazy things, Tony. Don’t have fun, Tony,” he said, making her laugh.
The man was sitting on the edge of the crypt furthest into the room.
“Cover me. I’m about to drop into the crypt and see what’s down here,” he admitted.
She lifted a brow.
“How are you getting out?” she asked.
He was honest.
“This isn’t my first crypt I’ve had to spider monkey out of, little lady,” he said with a Western drawl.
Okay.
He was insane.
As he dropped in, the room got even colder, and now, they both could see their breaths.
The room got this weight to it, like it was oppressive and heavy.
It felt…sad.
Angry.
And off.
“Do you feel that?” she asked, whispering to her partner in this.
Tony nodded, and looked around.
“What if we just pissed off a ghost?” Gabby asked, thinking about what Graham had told them.
Oh, boy.
Tony went with logic.
“There’s no such things as ghosts,” he declared, adamantly.
Before she could say anything, they both heard laughter. It was masculine, and coming from…somewhere. It sent goosebumps up and down her arms, and his. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
Tony stared at her.
“What the hell was that?” he asked.
She had no damn clue. Only, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was standing right behind her.
