made sense that she would be able to determine if the room had the stink of sulfur to it. I was disappointed by this realization. Were we really dealing with a ghost released when Gabriel opened up the room? Could this whole situation be as simple as a vengeful spirit who believed I was the woman he killed—and wanted to kill again?
Maybe Gabriel was right. I didn’t know much about my ancestor Jeremiah Silverstone, or about the history of the house. We never visited Broken Heart. In fact, the first time I had ever been in the house was the same day I had died.
Now I wondered if Great-uncle Josiah knew something about that room. Maybe he was the one who had closed it up. Had he been affected by a paranormal happenstance? Or had he just gone mad in his old age?
I glanced at Eva. “I was hoping you might know something about the place. You’ve been collecting information about the town.”
Eva shook her head. “I’ve been archiving what I can find, but there’s not much paperwork left from the early days. I have a few property deeds, and that’s about it. It’s strange because, I imagine, people kept diaries, recipes, receipts, even newspapers. But as far as I know, nothing of the sort has been uncovered. Not even in the library. And the LeRoys have been caretakers of it since the town was founded.”
“Did you find any papers, Gabriel?” I asked.
“We’ve barely delved into this. Given that Patsy has been going through everything without me, I have no idea what’s been found.” He rubbed his temples. “I’m going to check on my wife. We need to figure out what’s going on. I don’t like Patsy being confined.”
“Gabriel.”
We were all startled by the appearance of… Drake, I believe. He was one of the werewolf triplets, brother to Damian and Darrius. I was fairly certain this was Drake; I knew his hair was a lighter brown and that he was about an inch or two shorter than either of his brothers.
“I see we are taking every precaution against me being a doppelganger,” said Gabriel as he studied Drake’s stoic expression.
“I’m here to guard Patsy,” said Drake. “Teams are stationed around the house.”
“And my children?”
“Taken care of,” said the werewolf. “We need to verify your identity.”
Gabriel stood up, nostrils flaring and jaw muscles ticking. I could see now that he’d been keeping a very tight rein on his emotions. It must’ve been very difficult to choose statesmanship when he probably just wanted to go to his wife and take care of her. I knew about duty versus love; it was a difficult path, choosing to do what was right even if it meant sacrificing a little of your heart. “Get Dr. Michaels here, or call upon whomever you wish, so that we can determine that I am the real Gabriel Marchand.”
“The doctor is on his way,” said Drake. Sympathy seeped into his gaze. “I’ll go with you to check on Patsy.”
Gabriel nodded. “Very well.”
“Shouldn’t we go to the hospital so you can examine the scene, Tez?” I asked.
“That’s not my job, princess. Besides, I bet all we find is some black goo.”
Eva’s gaze widened. “That’s right. Lorcan said it was all over the bedsheets.”
Tez’s eyebrows went up. “When the hell did you talk to him?
She smiled and tapped her temple. “Meeting of the minds.”
“Oh, right. Mates can do that telepathy thing.”
“Eva, can you make sure someone at the hospital is getting a goo sample to Dr. Michaels for testing?”
“Of course,” she said.
Gabriel nodded to us, plucked out his cell phone, and strode toward the security door as he made a call. I heard him say MaryBeth’s name and realized he’d called her to check on his kids. Obviously, they were not safe in the house. It was reassuring that Damian had already put them in protective custody.
I hoped Gabriel got his identity confirmed soon. I felt badly for him. It was surely a terrible thing to come home to find your wife insane and
Maybe Gabriel was right. I didn’t know much about my ancestor Jeremiah Silverstone, or about the history of the house. We never visited Broken Heart. In fact, the first time I had ever been in the house was the same day I had died.
Now I wondered if Great-uncle Josiah knew something about that room. Maybe he was the one who had closed it up. Had he been affected by a paranormal happenstance? Or had he just gone mad in his old age?
I glanced at Eva. “I was hoping you might know something about the place. You’ve been collecting information about the town.”
Eva shook her head. “I’ve been archiving what I can find, but there’s not much paperwork left from the early days. I have a few property deeds, and that’s about it. It’s strange because, I imagine, people kept diaries, recipes, receipts, even newspapers. But as far as I know, nothing of the sort has been uncovered. Not even in the library. And the LeRoys have been caretakers of it since the town was founded.”
“Did you find any papers, Gabriel?” I asked.
“We’ve barely delved into this. Given that Patsy has been going through everything without me, I have no idea what’s been found.” He rubbed his temples. “I’m going to check on my wife. We need to figure out what’s going on. I don’t like Patsy being confined.”
“Gabriel.”
We were all startled by the appearance of… Drake, I believe. He was one of the werewolf triplets, brother to Damian and Darrius. I was fairly certain this was Drake; I knew his hair was a lighter brown and that he was about an inch or two shorter than either of his brothers.
“I see we are taking every precaution against me being a doppelganger,” said Gabriel as he studied Drake’s stoic expression.
“I’m here to guard Patsy,” said Drake. “Teams are stationed around the house.”
“And my children?”
“Taken care of,” said the werewolf. “We need to verify your identity.”
Gabriel stood up, nostrils flaring and jaw muscles ticking. I could see now that he’d been keeping a very tight rein on his emotions. It must’ve been very difficult to choose statesmanship when he probably just wanted to go to his wife and take care of her. I knew about duty versus love; it was a difficult path, choosing to do what was right even if it meant sacrificing a little of your heart. “Get Dr. Michaels here, or call upon whomever you wish, so that we can determine that I am the real Gabriel Marchand.”
“The doctor is on his way,” said Drake. Sympathy seeped into his gaze. “I’ll go with you to check on Patsy.”
Gabriel nodded. “Very well.”
“Shouldn’t we go to the hospital so you can examine the scene, Tez?” I asked.
“That’s not my job, princess. Besides, I bet all we find is some black goo.”
Eva’s gaze widened. “That’s right. Lorcan said it was all over the bedsheets.”
Tez’s eyebrows went up. “When the hell did you talk to him?
She smiled and tapped her temple. “Meeting of the minds.”
“Oh, right. Mates can do that telepathy thing.”
“Eva, can you make sure someone at the hospital is getting a goo sample to Dr. Michaels for testing?”
“Of course,” she said.
Gabriel nodded to us, plucked out his cell phone, and strode toward the security door as he made a call. I heard him say MaryBeth’s name and realized he’d called her to check on his kids. Obviously, they were not safe in the house. It was reassuring that Damian had already put them in protective custody.
I hoped Gabriel got his identity confirmed soon. I felt badly for him. It was surely a terrible thing to come home to find your wife insane and
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