Ellen was astonished when Corey laughed. From the bent man came a strange sound. She was not sure if the cackle was a rusty laugh or a curse. “My lord, ye did not heed m’warnin’ before, so ye should know that I would be hauntin’ ye as ye be hauntin’ the Abbey.” Fenton’s eyes slitted farther until they were but dark creases. “I did not suspect she could be seein’ ye as well.” “’Tis a shock to us, too.” Corey sat on the low wall at the edge of the walk and rested his shoulder against the thick trunk of a tree. “So what do you know of all of this, Fenton? You have long been a fountain of information on the trivial traditions of Wolfe Abbey. Am I the only one of its past lords wandering about its halls now?” “Ye be gone before yer time, so the Abbey holds ye here. No lord has left early. Ye be connected to the grounds until yer time comes.” “I don’t seem to be connected to the Abbey, but to Miss Dunbar.” Fenton’s eyes widened. A toothless grin spread across his face.
