Page 192 of The Defiant Curse

“I’m sorry that I’m keeping you awake,” she offered.

Honestly, she wasn’t. He’d been lying there thinking about the whole Shaman-FBI situation. At some point, he had to come to a decision. Was he working for the FBI, or for the people who spawned him?

That was his big issue now that he’d reached Elizabeth, and they’d fixed that void between them.

“You’re not. I’m pretty much wide awake trying to make sure my wife doesn’t sleepwalk her ass out of here.”

She laughed.

“Point made.”

Elizabeth was just grateful she hadn’t had to watch that happen. She would have lost her mind.

“Talk it out, Baby,” he said, picking up her hand to place it over his heart on his chest to connect them.

Scooching closer, she did.

“I’m thinking about Ceit. I’m thinking about what she told me in my dream last night. It’s running over and over again in my head. I can’t shut it down.”

To connect them even more, he kissed her scabbed knuckles. Someone had hurt them in the gym a few days ago, and they were just healing now.

“Okay, share and talk it out. Maybe that will help. If not, we can figure out something to keep you occupied,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

That made her laugh again.

“Oh, well…”

He stopped her.

“Seriously. Talk it out. I want to help you.”

While she wanted to, Elizabeth knew that he might not like this.

“I want to go look at the painting. Is it wrong if I go wandering around at this time of the night since technically, we own half of it?” she asked.

He laughed.

“Yes, it’s absolutely wrong, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do it. Like you just said, this castle belongs to us, partially, and as long as we don’t wake anyone, what’s the harm?”

That caught her off guard.

Who?

Was?

This?

Man?

She stared at him, and it made him laugh.

He could see her in the moonlight, and he knew what she was thinking.

“Bet you didn’t expect that answer.”

Honestly, no.

She hadn’t.