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At least their human ones.

Lucian had tried to save Jonathan’s life, biting him in the process and then sharing his blood with him. That act alone hadn’t been enough. Dracula had stepped in, taking it upon himself to convert each of them. His goal had been to make them each a vampire to serve him as a way to return the favor of helping him defeat his maker.

Jonathan strongly suspected it had more to do with being an arrogant prick who wanted eternity to rub in their faces how he’d saved them all in the end. And how they all owed him for their very existence, however bleak or challenging those existences might be.

Bram, Seward, and Holmwood had been left as vampires, each with their own unique vampiric powers. Quin was a vampire, for the most part, but slightly different from the others.

Then there was Jonathan.

Lucian’s bite and the exchanging of blood with Jonathan had protected Jonathan from becoming a fully-fledged vampire but at a cost. He didn’t share his body with a demon, but he did share it with something.

A wolf.

One that had a hunger for blood—much like a vampire would. And one that was forever linked to Dracula’s line of vampires—at their beck and call like a trained pet. Just like Lucian, who was technically Jonathan’s alpha despite Jonathan being an alpha himself.

Everyone answered to someone.

Jonathan bit back a growl, thinking about how humiliating it had been when he’d realized just how much control the vampire had over him. Had it not been for Bram and the fact that Bram had started off more than human—a slayer—therefore making him nearly as powerful as Dracula, Jonathan would probably still be in Romania, doing Dracula’s bidding. He’d still be subjected to Lucian’s whims.

Now he was left doing Bram’s—not that he minded that much. It beat the alternative. That was how Jonathan had come to find himself in Detroit.

“I’m sorry, dear, but the time,” said the older woman next to Jonathan, her hand on his arm.

He blinked, dragging himself from thoughts of the past.

She kept her hand on his arm. “You were lost in thought there for a bit.”

He nearly denied as much but found himself nodding. “I was. My apologies.”

“Never apologize for thinking, young man,” she said. “Only apologize when you don’t.”

The edges of his lips pulled up. He was hardly young, despite his looks. He was far, far older than her.

She eyed his watch. “Oh my, that’s an antique. Old indeed.”

Jonathan laughed softly.

So am I, he thought before telling her the time.

ChapterTwo

Jonathan

A small redfour-door car pulled up to a stop near Jonathan and the woman. A younger man, around the age of twenty, hopped out. “Grandma!”

The older woman smiled. “Looks like he didn’t forget me after all.”

The young man hurried over to them.

Jonathan held out the woman’s suitcase.

The young man took it and tipped forward. The suitcase hit the ground, and the man gasped. “Grandma, what did you pack? Rocks?”

“Never you mind,” said the woman as she nodded to the bag and then the car. “Let’s get a move on.”

The young man lifted the suitcase and went to the trunk of the vehicle. He loaded it in as the old woman glanced at Jonathan.

“Take care while you’re here,” she said.

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