"Even the best ghost hunters have withdrawn, claiming it's too risky."
Nicholas rubbed at his face, eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights. He hadn't even bothered to taunt Alexei, swaggering through the house before directly crashing on the chair.
He drove back to Elijah's place without taking a break, and now his head was spinning.
"I didn't want to drag you into this mess, Eli. But I don't think we have any other option left."
Elijah placed a cup of freshly prepared coffee on the table, three cups for the three of them.
Although he doubted the young master wanted to drink it.
"The spirits are restless because of me. I get it, brother."
"No, they aren't. You don't have to think like that," Nicholas stared at Alexei, hesitating to speak further.
"I trust him," Elijah said all of a sudden.
In an instant, two heads snapped in his direction.
Nicholas looked baffled, while the pair of blue eyes shone with undisguised happiness.
