Page 10 of Once Upon A Haunted Castle
“Aye.”
“And my father?”
“He was a prisoner of mine.”
This part she knew already, but had hoped to learn how her father came to be at the castle “And yet, ye let him go?”
“Gave him lands, too. He impressed me.” The ghost ran his hands through his graying hair.
“How did my father become your prisoner?”
The ghost laughed, ignoring her question. “I loved her. Never stopped. Your father knew that. Perhaps that was why he was able to keep me as his protector.” There was something infinitely sad in the specter’s tone. “I will leave ye now. I find that pushing ye away from the window has left me drained. But I will be back. We’ve still a little matter to discuss.”
“I will run from ye.”
“I expect ye will. Just as long as ye aren’t running toward any windows.”
Elle shook her head. “I shan’t.”
“Vow it.”
She blew out a deep breath, relieved he’d been able to summon enough magic, or whatever it was, to shove her away from death. “I vow not to take my own life.”
“There is much ye have to live for, Lady Elle Cam’béal.”
“Have ye seen the future?” Did he know just what it was she had to live for?
He shrugged. “’Tis more of a sense.”
Elle opened her mouth to respond, but suddenly found the room empty. Dark. Her skin no longer prickled. She was utterly alone and left questioning whether or not her vision had been real or the figment of a tormented mind. She knew, all the same, that he had been very real. Though her heart thudded and her head pounded, echoing loudly in her skull, outside she could still make out the sounds of battle.
“Pray, Beiste, be safe,” she whispered.
As much as she hated to rely on anyone, she knew that she would have to rely on him for at least a little while. He was her only chance of escape. Of saving her family.
Well, besides the ghost…
