Book Eight: Chapter 64

“Fucking hell,” he muttered as he tapped on the most recent image and zoomed in. Staring at the distant building, if he were to pretend one of the towers had crumbled away, and maybe covered the outside with moss...

“Is everything okay?” Ratu had left the tub and Opal was helping her into a robe.

“No. Yes. I’m not sure. Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I know where this place is,” he said as he looked up at Ratu.

“You do?” Ratu had summoned flames to dry her hair.

“If I’m right, yeah, I do.” Mike scowled at his phone. The place Gerard was guiding his potential lover to was a castle built in the middle of a lake in Ireland. It was run down and abandoned, or at least the world believed it to be so. Like everything else in his life, looks were deceiving. The place was in better shape than imagined and quite haunted by entities who were very unfriendly. “I’ll double check just to be sure, but...I think we might be looking at my own damned castle.”