Book Eight: Chapter 68

MIke took a deep breath and let it out all at once. Beth turned her attention back toward him. He smiled weakly. “It’s at Machnaimh Abbey.”

“The castle of reflections.” Beth made a face and shivered. The name itself came from how the castle was reflected in the lake. “You must have found a hell of a lead to decide to go back to that miserable place. How long has it been since our trip?”

“Just over a year, I think.” The disastrous visit to Machnaimh wasn’t something that came up in casual conversation. Beth had gone with him for that initial trip, which had transformed into a terror-filled weekend along with some shared trauma. The place was infested with angry spirits in numbers that had boggled the mind. After two days of running from room to room while trying to escape, the spirits had finally allowed them to go.

“Well, at least you’ll be more prepared this time.” Beth shook her head. “The spirits won’t be too happy that they messed with you.”

Mike shrugged