With our flashlights in hand, we stood outside, studying the old house. Damián spoke up; his hand rested on Lafitte’s shoulder. His voice, soft and consoling. “I’m truly sorry for your loss. No one understands loss better than my brother and I, pal, but we have ‘til the next full moon to figure this out. Can we speed this little memorial up a bit?”
“Maybe we should head to the castle,” Hernando suggested in his calm poise. “We can figure this out over a nightcap.”
“Sounds like a solid plan,” Damián chimed in.
“I ain’t sleepin’ in coffins,” Lafitte barked. “Sorry but no thanks.”
“They sleep in regular beds,” I said.
Then Damián had to add his two cents. “Our crypt is quite cozy for snuggling all close and tight.” He bounced his dark brows, shooting Lafitte a dark glance.
I glared at h
