CAINE
It's strange.
My head pulses as Dylan explains what those damn suspicious pets were doing in the basement of a hunting cottage, struck by the strangest sense of deja vu.
None of what he says surprises me.
No, it would be more accurate to say I am surprised. Surprised I've somehow known all of it before he's said a word.
"You're dismissed. Make sure those animals are thoroughly cleaned before they come within fifty feet of Grace or the children." My voice remains steady, without a hint of the uncertainty leaking into my thoughts.
Dylan nods and backs away, Sadie's muddy tail thumping against his leg as they go. The moment the door shuts behind the messy trio, I rub at my temples, attempting to clear the pressure building there.
Scrolling through my messages with Grace only reinforces the strange, not-quite-right feeling in my gut.
