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Drest felt as if he’d been struck. “W-what?”

“It’s a huge piece of property out near the Van Helsing estate. Has a mansion sitting on it. I don’t know the person who owns it, just that it’s called the Goodfellow estate.”

Drest locked gazes with Stratton. “Robin Goodfellow.”

Stratton snorted. “The district attorney back in New York? What are the odds he owns it? There can be more than one Goodfellow in the world, cousin.”

Drest did his best to breathe through the anger and hurt coursing through his veins. “After the trial, during the time between it and when I claimed Rachael… she was dating him. It was serious. They were going to move to South Carolina together.”

Stratton’s eyes widened. “Oh, um, well, the odds seem a lot higher that it’s his place now that I have that information.”

Astria shook her head. “Who cares who owns it? If they’re there, I’m going! Are you two coming or not?”

ChapterThirty-Four

Rachael

“Try again,”I said frantically as I sped through the streets of Grimm Cove as quickly as I could without putting the lives of others at risk.

Robin clutched my cell in his hand as he tried desperately to reach Demi on her phone. He closed his eyes a moment. “She’s still not answering.”

He’d been trying since we’d gotten the call from Sherri.

Robin had even reached out to the Van Helsing vampire he was close to. No one seemed to be answering.

My stomach was in a knot, and my chest felt as if it might burst. “Arch will keep her safe, right?”

Robin brought the phone to his forehead, looking pained. He nodded but said nothing as he too worried about my daughter.

I turned onto Gallows Lane, my intent to cut through town, just outside of the campus, to circumvent the multitude of stop signs. The headlights illuminated the area before me, splashing up and over the giant old home my niece had shared with her friends.

Since I was in and out of Grimm Cove so much over the past eighteen years, I didn’t pay it much attention. Unlike Demi, I wasn’t obsessed with it. She always believed it held the key to help unlock what had become of Astria.

There was movement outside the house as a group of people ran down from the old, worn porch in the direction of the driveway. My mind was so focused on getting to Demi that I didn’t compute what I was seeing. When I did, I lost control of the Jeep, going up and over the curb, right at the driveway, which had vehicles in it.

“Rachael!” shouted Robin, bracing himself and dropping the phone.

I didn’t take my eyes off the woman who was now frozen, staring at my Jeep in a state of confusion and fright.

I slammed on the brakes and tried to leap out of the Jeep, only to struggle with my seatbelt.

Robin reached over fast, putting the Jeep in park and killing the engine, staring at me like I’d lost my damn mind.

“Astria,” I said fast.

“What?” he asked, looking up at the woman.

It didn’t matter that eighteen years had gone by since I’d last seen her. I’d know her anywhere.

I darted from the Jeep and ran at her. “Astria!”

Torid, in dog form, ran out and came to a stop next to her. He tipped his head, causing his ears to flop as he panted and drooled.

“Aunt Rachael!” Her eyes widened right before she whizzed past the man nearest her and ran right for me.

We collided and hugged, holding each other tight as we both burst into tears. I clung to her, shaking, unable to believe it was true. That I’d really found her. That she was alive and safe.

I cupped her face and cried more, smiling through my tears. “Is it really you?”

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