Page 191 of The Defiant Curse

She found him outrageously funny.

How could she not?

“Fineas, you’re no fun.”

Yeah, well, tell him about it. Only, they’ve all read Jackson James’ books. They could fill in their own details.

Since she backed down, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Well, at least he isn’t going to try to steal my wife away,” he joked. “I don’t want to find she’s fallen in love with some dead dude and running away with him.”

She snorted.

“I mean, how big is his dick?” she asked, getting a fist bump from Gabby.

“Gabriella!” her husband said. “Really?”

She giggled.

It was nice not being the only woman here dealing with this. She loved the men here, but Elizabeth…

She made it spicy.

“Don’t worry, Ethan,” she said. “Duncan isn’t into women. He might hurt her. That’s about all.”

Saying nothing, Ethan chugged his wine.

Yeah, he didn’t like that.

Not.

One.

Bit.

Maybe this castle wasn’t exactly a non-stop funfest.

Not one bit.

Chapter Twelve

The Castle

Midnight

The Master’s Suite

Yeah, unfortunately for her, Elizabeth couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was all the wine, or the whole situation going on at the castle, but her brain just wouldn’t shut down to give her any peace.

In fact, it was going a mile a minute, and while it was doing that, there was no freaking way she was going to get any rest whatsoever.

And apparently, Ethan was aware of it too.

While she thought he was out cold, he wasn’t.

“I can hear your hamster wheel spinning, and I can smell the smoke, Lyzee my love. What is going on in that head of yours?” he asked, opening his eyes.

Oh, boy.