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her house and then disappeared from sight. Her chest cramped in anticipation of what he might find. She appreciated that Rye wanted to protect her, but there was no need. She could handle whatever came her way.
    Tapping her foot, she looked around, making sure that the nasty man wasn’t lurking somewhere, just waiting for her to return.
    A few minutes later, Rye came back, his gaze continually searching the area. He climbed back in her car. “He’s gone, and there’s no sign of him anywhere.”
    She leaned her head back. “Really? Did you peek inside the house and check behind the trees?” She held up a hand. “Never mind. You didn’t have to. You could sense he wasn’t there.”
    “That’s right.”
    “Do you think he’ll go after my family?”
    “I don’t know, but I don’t want to take any chances.” The tension had returned to his voice many times over. “And you have no any idea what he was after?”
    “He just said that he came for something and wasn’t leaving without it. Since he stalked me in Scotland, he can’t want something I keep in my house.” She huffed out a breath. “I need to warn my family.”
    “Well, shit.”

Chapter Seven
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    O wen Chancellor was pissed. No. He was more than pissed. He was Changeling mad at himself and at Isadora. She was supposed to become his wife and do what he wished. How dare she ensnare him in a vine—with thorns no less. He was so furious that if he weren’t in his car, he would find the biggest tree and smash his fist through it. With his shifter strength, he could leave a hell of a hole, which would help release this built up anger and frustration. He didn’t like being on edge one bit.
    Isadora would not get away with treating him that way. The only reason he wouldn’t take out his anger on her right away was because he hadn’t even explained that he wanted to take her back to Scotland to become his wife.
    One thing was for sure though—she needed to learn to obey. He would show her he was the one in charge, and it would be a lesson she soon wouldn’t forget. He just needed time and a bit of witchcraft to help him.
    It had been easy to locate his own kind in the hills of Hope County, and he had to admit that these American Changelings were nothing like that man with Isadora. Rye was his name—or at least that was what he thought Isadora had called him when he was showing her how to play pool.
    It had taken Owen a few well-placed bills to find someone who could direct him to their black witch. Seems the Changelings in this part of the world had to hide just like they did in Scotland.
    Glancing down at his phone, he checked the GPS again. This witch lived high in the hills, far from Silver Lake proper—if one could call a town with a population of less than ten thousand proper at all.
    When Owen pulled into the driveway, an old woman was standing on the lawn in front of a house that looked as decrepit as the old lady herself. The wooden structure was worn and tired and didn’t appear to ever have been painted. While all of the windows had glass in them, two didn’t have shutters. With a few missing boards, the front wrap-around porch wasn’t in any better shape.
    That creep he’d paid to give him this woman’s name must have told her to expect him, though he couldn’t even guess how she could know what time he would be arriving.
    Then again, she was a witch.
    Owen slipped out of the vehicle, and after he approached her, the old woman folded her arms. “You wish a spell?”
    Good, he wouldn’t need to explain much. “Yes. I need a strong one to bind a woman’s powers.”
    Her brows pinched. “How powerful is she?”
    Giving too much away might send other American Changelings to find Isadora, and he couldn’t afford to lose that gem. “She can make plants grow with a twist of a hand.”
    The woman’s eyes widened. “Powerful indeed. You have the money?”
    “Yes, half now and half later.” The weasel he’d found was a good