Page 91 of Wind with a Chance of Wolfsbane

She nodded and smiled. “Yes. Panic. Have you heard of it? They have it in England, right? Do they call it panic there? Or is it called something cool, like getting your knickers in atwerk?”

“Twist,” corrected Craig.

Marcy touched her lip. “No. I think twerking and knickers go together better.”

Craig gave up.

“Yes, of course, we have panic in England,” Jonathan supplied, his gaze sweeping to Craig with the hope that the other male might be able to shed some light on the peculiar woman.

“Does it twerk skivvies or twist them?” asked Marcy.

Jonathan rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I need a nap.”

“My honey-bear gets tired easily too,” stated Marcy. “I think it’s because of his age. Oh, you’re almost as old as he is. It is important that boss-level senior citizens get plenty of rest.”

“Boss-level seniors?” asked Craig.

She nodded. “Anyone over one hundred.”

Jonathan merely blinked at her, wondering if he should go back into the house and take his chances with his wolf overtaking him rather than continue to deal with Marcy’s antics.

Craig put his hands gently on Marcy’s shoulders, pulling her focus to him. “Marcy, we need you to back up and tell us why we need to panic.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, yes! That is a great place to start. You’re so smart. Not a surprise since you’re a doctor and all.”

Craig looked like he might need a nap too soon.

Marcy had that effect on people. She put her hands on Craig’s chest, her expression growing serious. “You’re a man of science. If I tell you this, will you swear to me that you’ll support my research?”

“I’m sorry, come again,” said Craig. “I’m not following.”

“You know, my research with using ghoul parts to make a face cream,” she said, as if that cleared up everything.

Jonathan tried to think like her but found himself at a loss. Since he’d spent several decades teetering on the edge of fully cracking, he liked to think himself an expert on madness. Marcy was fast making him second-guess that assessment. “What do ghouls have to do with whatever it is we should be panicking about? Dragos was defeated once and for all months ago now. I heard all about it. You, Poppy, and Dana kicked ass. Bram couldn’t have done it without the three of you.”

“My honey-bear is so sexy when he’s throwing evil master vampires into tornadoes,” said Marcy.

“Strangely, I followed that train of thought completely,” said Craig. “Not sure what that says about me.”

“Says you’re spending too much time around the estate,” offered Jonathan with a tight smile.

“True. I’ve been patching people up left and right out there over the last few months,” said Craig in reference to the clinic that was on the lower level of the estate that catered to supernaturals only. “Things have certainly been busy around Grimm Cove lately.”

Jonathan knew what the man meant. Supernatural-related activity had increased tremendously everywhere in the last several months, not just in Grimm Cove. Something was brewing. Jonathan just wasn’t sure what.

“So, I have your support when it comes to random ghoul parts?” asked Marcy. “Oh, and monster bits.”

“Monster bits?” asked Craig.

Nodding, Marcy moved her hands from his chest. “Yes. Frankenstein’s monsters. You fought some once, remember?”

Craig inclined his head. “I do, but that was eighteen years ago. There weren’t any parts left behind after that bright white light thing happened. It took all the dead bodies and everyone else with it, leaving me alone.”

“The cleanse,” said Marcy as if the men knew what she meant. “There were some monsters on campus again last night. Lots of parts were flying everywhere. Torid ate a lot of them, and Austin and the others burned the rest. They never let me have anything fun or cool, like body parts. How can I test a new recipe for skin cream without those?”

Craig blinked. “I’m not even going to touch that statement.”

“But are you going to stand by me in my quest for knowledge and a better skin cream?” asked Marcy, sounding hopeful.

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