The Shadow and the Night: Glenncailty Castle, Book 3 by Lila Dubois

Author:Lila Dubois
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2014-01-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Tristan cursed mentally. After what they’d just shared, and after the plans they’d made for tonight, the last thing he wanted was to have Melissa reminded of the ghosts.

But as he watched the ripples of light dance near the door, he had no choice but to pull her against his side and back them away from the door.

“Jacques?” he said. He really hoped his brother hadn’t been hanging around watching him pleasure Melissa, but at the same time his presence would now be good.

“I’m here.”

“What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure. It’s different. Not ghosts, not like me.”

“Is it a memory, like what was in the nursery?”

“No. I think… You should get light. There are candles.”

“Where? I can’t see anything.”

Melissa was still and quiet at his side, listening to his one-sided conversation. Tristan tried not to think about what the situation looked like from her perspective.

He let go of her hand, then followed Jacques’ directions to a niche in a side wall. He gritted his teeth, trying not to think about the spiders or rats that might be nesting in the nook. He found a box of candles, and after some fumbling, a matchbook. He lit a candle, looking at the matchbook. It was from a bar in Trim that he’d been to, and all the candles in the box looked new. He’d grabbed a taper, but there were some pillars too. He lit one of those and turned to Melissa.

“Come take a candle.”

“Why don’t we just go?”

He looked away before she got close enough that he could see her face. The memory of her flushed and gasping under him was better than the pity and derision that he would see right now.

“You can. I need to stay. I need to figure this out.”

She took the pillar candle and set it on the altar. He lit a few more, passing them to her so she could set them out.

“She can’t leave either.”

“What do you mean?” Tristan walked to the altar where Melissa had set out the candles. In the dim light, his brother’s ghost appeared as solid as if he were alive.

“This is about her.”

“What’s about her?”

“The thing in here.”

“Fuck,” he said, using the inelegant English curse word.

“Who’s ‘her’? Who is this about?” Melissa asked.

“My brother says this is about you.”

“What’s about me?”

“Whatever closed the door, whatever is keeping us in here.”

“That’s not possible.”

“You say that about a lot of things.”

“Why would it be about me?”

Tristan looked at Jacques. Jacques cocked his head, as if listening. “I think it’s the thing that protects her.”

“What protects her?”

“I still don’t know.”

“Protects who? Protects me?” Melissa asked.

Tristan faced Melissa and carefully grabbed her upper arms, forcing her to listen. “You cannot see ghosts. Even Elizabeth, who none of us, including my brother, knew was a ghost. You are different.”

“Like I said—”

“No, listen to me. I need you to believe. I have this feeling like if you don’t believe, something bad is going to happen.”

“Tristan…”

He squeezed her right arm. “My brother says you’re protected. Something he can’t name is protecting you from the ghosts, making sure you can’t see them.

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