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I found myself reaching out and grabbing hold of Astria’s hand tighter than I should have. “You’re sleeping with him, Astria?”

The idea of my friend and the hot guy hooking up shook me to my core. The wolf in me grew agitated, and I squeezed Astria’s hand tighter without meaning to.

The man who had laughed at the comment about being sexually aggressive came for us quickly. “No! She’s sleeping withme, her husband.”

Astria was married? The news jarred me from my freak-out session. I released Astria’s hand and yanked her into another hug. “Ohmygod, congratulations. Wait, who was Marcy talking to about sleeping with the other guy, um…?”

I’d nearly called him White-Shirt Guy.

“Jonathan,” said Marcy, all smiles. “He drove me here since my honey-bear hid all the car keys from me. Burgess is sleeping on his chest right now. That will teach him a lesson. Mess with me, and I’ll let a squirrel take a nap on you while you’re out cold.”

I simply stood there, blinking, hoping everything she said would suddenly make sense. It didn’t. “All right, I’m not sure where to go with that.”

“You get used to her,” said Astria.

I tipped my head slightly. “Uh, okay.”

Marcy was the least of my worries.

Was Jonathan really the same man from Detroit? If so, why hadn’t he aged? And did he remember me? Also, why was he in Grimm Cove, and how did he come to know Astria?

The conversation continued, with me barely paying attention as I continued to watch Jonathan. As I thought more about the visions that had brought me here for a chance meeting with someone who may or may not be a man from my past, my concerns returned to Astria, where they’d started.

The visions had felt so real and raw. I’d been worried I’d find she’d been killed by creatures that looked to have been stitched together. Monsters with incredible strength.

Marcy said something about dreams that I only partially caught, but it was clear she’d directed it at Jonathan.

He glanced at me sheepishly.

I wanted to ask him if he’d been in Detroit twenty-two years ago. It was on the tip of my tongue when another blast from the past came rushing into the house. The man had on doctor's scrubs. “Franks!”

An audible squeak came from me. I could barely believe my eyes. “Craig Van Helsing? Wow. You managed to get hotter. Didn’t know that was possible.”

Jonathan growled in Craig’s direction, and my wolf took notice.

Craig ran for Astria and hugged her, lifting her and spinning her as he did.

Tensions mounted, and I used the moment to try to get my wolf to calm down. It was riled from the growl Jonathan had made. The growl was familiar to it, just like the man seemed very, very familiar to me.

The next thing I knew, the man who ran a chicken-on-a-stick restaurant in town that we’d eaten a ton of during college because Astria worked there came running into the house.

Astria’s dog, Torid, was there as well. It was hard to hide my shock since it had been eighteen years since I’d last seen both of them. Statistically, Torid would have passed already. Sadly, dogs simply didn’t live that long and look this young still. Plus, Dave hadn’t aged a day.

This was all too much. My wolf needed a moment to regroup, and so did I. Astria was obviously all right, meaning my visions had been wrong. There was no need for alarm. I’d misinterpreted what I’d seen in my visions. Maybe my mind was just telling me that Astria was back in Grimm Cove, and the time had come to reconnect.

At least, I hoped that was it.

I found myself easing back, letting everyone speak and catch up while my mind raced.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Jonathan

Jonathan stood justinside the parlor of the old Victorian home, seemingly rooted in place. When Marcy had insisted that they stop at the Gallows Lane home, he’d assumed it was yet another one of her whims of fancy. He’d nearly stayed in the SUV. He was damn happy he didn’t.

Never in a million years did he think he’d walk in and have his entire world rocked. But that was what had happened. He’d entered to find a blast from his past there.

He was still having a hard time tearing his gaze from Astria’s friend Willa.

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