GODRIC STOPPED CLIMBING the passageway and turned.
“What is it?” Alastair asked.
“Did you hear that?”
Warwicke patted his brother’s shoulder. “Ghosts, bro?”
Godric shook his head and started walking again. An icy breeze tore past, bringing with it the moldy smell of a tomb. A soft, disembodied whisper rode the breeze.
He stuttered to a stop again. Looking at his brothers with wide eyes, he asked. “Are you sure you didn’t hear that?”
Warwicke laughed. “You’re acting like a girl, 'Deric. Give me the dang flashlight and you can hide behind me. ‘Stair will ride your back bumper so no creepy crawlies can pinch your sweet ass cheeks.”
Glaring at his brother, Godric jerked the flashlight away and started walking again. When the next cold breeze danced past he tried to ignore it, even thoug
