Greta
"Kit..." I repeat with my shaking hand locked around the door handle. My heart won't stop pounding. "This is the first time I'm meeting you, so why do you feel so familiar?"
The look on his face holds longing and yearning. He looks gentle for a man so freakishly large. "Because we have met before."
What?
I don't remember meeting him!
I step back, but a cold wind pushes me forward, and the door closes behind my back. What the heck?!
Fear rushes into my veins, and I hold my breath. "I don't remember meeting you at all!"
"But I do," his voice is soft. "And please don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you, Greta."
"You know my name?"
He laughs. "How could I forget?"
Kit stands up, and tails sprout out from behind him at the same time. His fur is beautifully white, making him l
