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must have been out of my
bloody mind to think Madam Nola could help us.”
    Angela’s
choked voice and quivering lips told him she was on the verge of tears. He drew
her into his arms. When he felt her body trembling against his, an aching lump
formed in his throat. He kissed Angela’s forehead and took a fortifying breath.
He had a strong urge to tell her about Hugo’s missing body. But she already had
enough to deal with without heaping his hellish concerns and fears on her—and
it wouldn’t accomplish a thing. Not even make him feel better. “Don’t give up
on Madam Nola yet. Let’s stay strong and united like she suggested and see what
develops.”
    Angela
glared up him. “But I expected answers. Today.” She sat silently a few more
minutes. “There’s something else I need to ask you about.”
    He kissed
her forehead. “Ask away,” he said, relieved to escape a subject that presently
had no solution.
    “What do
you know about the holes in the eyes of your parents’ portrait and the holes in
the wall behind it?”
    Her
statement was so unexpected and so far from left field that he reeled from it.
“What are you talking about?”
    “Are you
telling me you didn’t know about the holes or that someone was spying on us?”
    “Are you
kidding? Of course I didn’t know.” He wondered who and why. The likely answer,
someone on his staff, wouldn’t make her feel better. He clenched his hands into
fists. This was another issue to investigate, prove, and then fire the guilty.
    “Then you
don’t mind that I asked Kyle to fill the holes and re-paint.”
    “Why
would I? It saves me the trouble.” He didn’t want to tromp on her confidence by
admitting he would’ve preferred to do it himself. He might have found evidence
to point to the guilty. Without evidence, it might take a little longer, but he
would locate the spy. And he planned to find out exactly what was behind that
wall. He’d heard of tunnels. But he thought they were located behind the
storage room just off the dungeon and had been sealed off. “Probably the holes
are something from the past and nothing to worry about.”
    “If you
think that makes me feel safer, you’re wrong.”
    He drew
her into his arms while trying to come to terms with his uneasiness and concern
about the dark world he’d drawn her into. Before he’d met her, he only wanted
to be left alone and hide his family’s past from the world. Now, much more was
at risk. He feared the cloak of danger seeping into their tumultuous
consciousness would send them into conflict with each other, themselves, and
their surroundings—and he didn’t know how to stop it.
    Finding
Hugo’s empty grave was as unnerving as hell, but not as much as seeing that
open-mouthed ogre reaching for Angela. He tightened his hold on her soft, warm
body, feeling her vulnerability and aching to be her shield. The flaming ashes
tumbling out of that muddy mouth screamed that the blob was Reeves. His evil
half-brother had been burned to ashes and the area of turmoil was where Madam
Nola scattered them. Damn it. He’d think he was drudging up the impossible,
except deep in his gut he believed that, given time and the right
circumstances, nothing was impossible—not even the dead rising from ashes. Even
before Madam Nola mentioned it, he’d heard of the concept of the chosen dead
receiving a life force that would dwell with them forever—and the theory
terrified the hell out of him. What horrors were in store for his family if Reeves’s
life force remained with him forever? Damon tried to ignore the icy chill that
slithered down his back. He had to discover if his home still had unsealed
tunnels. And if it did, he had to seal them.
    Angela
looked up at him with liquid moss-green eyes, shook off his hold, and escaped
his arms. “We went to Madam Nola for answers and left with nothing but more
questions.” Frustration rang in her words. She crossed her arms over her chest
and glared out the window