Page 92 of The Defiant Curse

Elizabeth was trying to translate even though it was in English. Apparently, Ceit wasn’t educated, but then again, back then, women were nothing more than cattle to be traded for their fathers.

That made her sad, too.

“Okay,” she said. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked, curiously.

The woman had her full attention.

It wasn’t like she could race out of there with bare legs and just a T-shirt on.

Now, could she?

Yep, she was a captive audience, ironically in her own castle. Yeah, she was definitely killing Callen and Chris—or giving them a harshly worded lecture.

This was what happened when you bought an abandoned castle from the sixteen hundreds.

This.

Right.

Here.

As they walked, Ceit directed her toward the other rooms, and Elizabeth followed.

“A’m no at peace.”

Uh, well, she wasn’t the only one, clearly. Because Elizabeth had been sound asleep, and comfortable. That was until the things went bump in the night really went bump in the night.

This was a whole hell of a lot weirder than Trey haunting her house.

For.

Sure.

At least he had the common sense not to wake her ass up and just haunted her phone during the daytime.

“Ma heart is still broken, Lass.”

Elizabeth understood that.

Hers was a little worse for wear, too. It appeared they had that in common.

“Ye miss yer husband?” Ceit asked.

Elizabeth was caught off guard, but she still answered because yeah, she did. Actually, she missed all of them, but what went down with Ethan plagued her mind most of the time.

“Yes.”

Ceit led them down the hallway, and toward the foyer. When she got there, she pointed up at the painting that was sitting there.

“Ma heart is blue. A wish a could find it.”

She was confused.

“You want to find your heart?”

She nodded.

“Isnae thon why ye’re here?” Ceit asked, still staring up at the painting. “Tae find ye heart?”