“He’s fine. Just unconscious,” Connor informed Harley before narrowing his eyes at the souls of the two older men. “You’ve remained in the mortal realm for way too long. Any last words before I send you on your way?”
One of the men stepped forward and bowed at Connor. “Please tell my descendant to burn the pocket watches for us. That should have been done years ago.”
Connor shrugged. “Okay. Now go!”
Harley didn’t understand what Connor was talking about until he noticed the bright light that popped into existence next to the fireplace. The men held each other’s hands as they headed toward it. The moment they stepped into the light, it disappeared.
“I could see those spirits, but was I supposed to be able to see the bright light as well?”
Connor wasn’t able to disguise the surprise on his face. “What?”
Harley pointed in the direction of where the light was located. “It was right there.”