As she came to a stop, Elizabeth parked and sat there staring at the monstrosity.
Holy shit.
This place was a spectacle.
Ravensmire was the most ridiculous place she’d ever seen, and Gabby had been right.
It was beautiful. Honestly, she couldn’t wait to get a tour, and see what made this place tick.
Or goBOOin the night. That should be her first clue that she was out of her damn mind.
When the door opened, that was when she saw him.
“Hey,” Michael offered. “We got your message. Welcome home,” he said, standing in front of the grand old castle in all of her majestic glory.
Hearing his words…
That’s when she broke down.
The tears came all over again, and hearing‘home’…it rocked her to her core.
She didn’t know where that was anymore. Never in her life had she felt more lost than she did at that moment.
To be here…
That should say it all.
She wasn’t fooling anyone—not even herself.
Michael headed her way, and when she went into his arms, he held her.
“It’s okay, Honey. We got you. You’ll figure it out,” he promised.
Would she?
She didn’t know.
The bottom line was that Elizabeth Blackhawk didn’t know who she was anymore, or why she was cursed to walk through the hell she’d been given.
But she’d find out why, and if she got lucky,The Defiant Cursemight be broken.
Until it was, the ghosts here weren’t the only ones damned to walk alone.
