Page 307 of The Defiant Curse

That worked for Sarah.

She was having a good time with Gabby. They were talking, and she genuinely liked the woman. She was hoping they could become friends.

It wasn’t easy being a witch in a village in Scotland. People avoided her, unless they wanted a love spell or cards read.

Elizabeth sipped the coffee.

“How are the goats?” she asked, like that was the most normal conversation to have at the breakfast table.

Or island.

Graham grinned.

“Trouble. Ivan was trying to hump Saint. We had to put a stop to that.”

She snorted.

“I can’t wait until he sees the goats. I’m going to bust his ass so hard, he’ll be cranky. I just can’t help myself.”

Oh, well, they were all pretty sure Ivan was going to return the favor since she played reindeer games again and slipped away.

Call it a hunch.

They had idle chitchat for a little while, keeping it non-personal because of a stranger in the room. When she finished her coffee, she glanced over.

“Okay, witchy-poo. Hit me with it. What’s going on?” she asked.

The woman laughed.

“You’re very likable, despite what people say about you, Mrs. Blackhawk.”

She shrugged.

“I like to push buttons, and I think you do, too, or you wouldn’t be here at this castle in the morning. Now, what does the woo-woo want? Because I have a busy day ahead of me.”

She didn’t, but that was neither here nor there.

Sarah went there.

“You’re on the right track, and I’m to answer any questions you have regarding the child’s real father.”

No one said a word.

Because if she wasn’t legit, she wouldn’t have pulled that from the air.

Elizabeth took another cup of coffee from Michael and sipped it.

“Okay, well, who’s the baby daddy? You tell me. After all, you didn’t show up here for coffee, right?”

She laughed.

“I actually don’t mind a good cup of coffee with a new friend,” she said, pointing at Gabby.

Yeah, well, Elizabeth was curious.

What she wanted was resolution.

As the lights flickered, Elizabeth pointed up.