Page 6 of The Valiant Knight
Live.
When he told D’Artangnan if he left, he’d never speak to him again, he’d been angry, and unfortunately, Graham had kept his word.
And to this day, he had regrets.
God.
He missed D’Artangnan in ways that he never thought possible. Losing him was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, and his life had been filled with plenty of traumas.
But now, that was neither here nor there.
The past was, unfortunately, the past.
Graham had tried to keep living, filling his time with anything he could.
His needs were fulfilled with the low-key hookups he partook in out of frustration and self-hate.
God.
He hated himself so damn much.
Would he ever find someone to replace that one, single solitary Marine?
Likely not.
That boat had sailed.
And who did he have to blame for all of that?
Himself.
This mess was his own fault.
For now, he was busying himself with the day-to-day tasks required of a castle. It was the only thing he had in his life now, and he wished the Blackhawks would send someone here to heal.
So they could be broken together.
That company would be welcomed. A man could only live on chores alone for so long.
There was wood to chop, animals to feed, and a construction project underway.
Currently, the tower was being opened so that renovation could continue.
The Blackhawks needed this place done before Gryphen and Ian’s wedding in six months.
So that was the current push.
Long ago, Ravensmire Castle was sealed up, and now they knew why.
It was never the same after Ceit’s suicide.
Basically, it was haunted.
Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he might have doubted that.
Only, this place was spectacularly traumatized much like him. There were wounds, scars, and trauma running amuck there.
If what Gryphen and Ian had said about Elizabeth Blackhawk disliking‘woo-woo shit’, she was not going to be amused here.
