Page 18 of The Defiant Curse

As soon as he saw the tears, Michael headed her way, and when she went into his arms, he held her.

Yeah, she was in bad shape.

In fact, she was down bad worse than he’d imagined her to be.

“It’s okay, Mom. Nothing can hurt you here. You’ll figure it out,” he promised. “You’re safe here, and we’ve got you,” he said, meaning him and his husband.

Would she solve this mystery of why she was cursed?

She didn’t know.

She didn’t know if she had it in her.

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 Curse might be broken.

Until it was, the ghosts here weren’t the only ones damned to walk alone.

So.

Was.

She.

Chapter One

The Tour

That Evening

The Adventure Begins

Well, holy shit. When Gene had warned them that Elizabeth was a hot, broken mess, he hadn’t been kidding. In fact, he might have been understating the situation.

Michael could count on one hand how many times that he’d seen Elizabeth crying, and definitely none of them at the drop of a hat. Normally, it took something cataclysmic to push her that far over the edge.

Oh, but she was definitely there.

That she was weeping so openly, that told him all he needed to know.

Someone had seen some shit, and she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

There was no doubt that coming there was just what she needed.

A.

Hideaway.

Here, they’d be able to help her find some peace as she worked through whatever chased her.

God knew that when he came here, he’d been in the same shape, but Ravensmire had a special kind of magick.

It healed—oddly enough.

Beyond the ghosts, the mystery, and the craziness, there was a healing energy here that soothed the battered soul. They’d all come here to find that peace.

Ian had been chased by a lunatic who wanted him dead after failing to kill him the first time, and he’d come here to hide.