The Gravedigger's Brawl
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Dr. Wyatt Case is never happier than when he’s walking the halls of his history museum. Playing wingman for his best friend at Gravedigger’s Tavern throws him way out of his comfort zone, but not as much as the eccentric man behind the bar, Ash Lucroix.
Ash is everything Wyatt doesn’t understand: exuberant, quirky, and elbow deep in a Gaslight lifestyle that weaves history into everyday life. He coordinates his suspenders with his tongue rings. Within hours, Wyatt and Ash are hooked.
But strange things are afoot at Gravedigger’s, and after a knock to the head, Ash starts seeing things that can’t be explained by old appliances or faulty wiring. Soon everyone at Gravedigger’s is wondering if they’re seeing ghosts, or just going crazy. The answer to that question could end more than just Wyatt and Ash’s fragile relationship—it might also end their lives.
something instinctive in him that desperately wanted to leave. “But what if someone’s trapped up there?” A low, insistent thumping began to echo across the ceiling. It crawled up Ash’s spine and into his body, sending icy chills through him. He swallowed hard, trying to fight the panic. Ryan continued toward the door. “You okay?” Caleb asked. “I’m fine. Sort of. No.” “It’s the refrigerator,” Caleb said, voice surprisingly soothing. “Is that what you heard earlier? It’s just the fridge
because of his ‘confusion.’” “Why are you queers all so violent?” Ryan asked with mock sincerity. Ash snorted and kicked him under the table. “See!” Ryan cried, pointing at Ash. Wyatt huffed at them and shifted in his seat. “Anyway! By the time Vincent DuBois turned twenty-five, strangers, drifters, and the occasional visitor to town were known to be disappearing with frightening regularity. Rumors started about his involvement, but nothing was ever proven.” Ash swallowed hard. “Was he
where Ash had said he’d seen the man in the top hat holding them, and he began to shake. Suddenly all the nonsense about ghosts and hauntings didn’t seem like such nonsense after all. Everything he’d been trying to tell himself, the explanations for the sounds, the shadows he’d seen in the corner of his eye, Ash’s terrifying experiences. They were all real. When Wyatt picked Ash up Monday morning, he waited until after Ash had told him about the competition to mention the keys. Ash had placed
and Ash laughed. “You ready to go home, General?” “Whenever you are,” Wyatt said, smiling serenely. Ash could tell that he was slightly tipsy, which was just the way Ash wanted him tonight. The tension had dissipated, and though Ash knew it would take some time, he hoped this was a start to something resembling normal for them. “Y’all walking?” Ryan asked as he looked into the mirror behind the bar and removed his contacts. He blinked and set them in their containers. His costume was similar
They should have known construction would hurt business and planned ahead.” “Thank you!” Ash couldn’t help but laugh at Wyatt’s sincerity, though he did feel sorry for him. He seemed so stressed now that he’d gotten on a roll speaking about it. Maybe that was why Wyatt had allowed Noah to drag him here when it was so obviously not his scene: he needed a release. “So you’re here researching a new exhibit?” Ash ventured. “Or is it stress relief?” “Neither,” Wyatt said with the honesty of too