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Chapter 13

Where is he taking me? The Devil only knew what evil machinations ran through the mind of the man who'd kidnapped Isobel.

A man she knew all too well.

Given he had her bound in rope, the magical kind that didn't have a knot but managed to wind around her, keeping her still, Isobel could only sit and glare at her grandfather in the back of the van.

Abducted by her own family.

The nerve.

She narrowed her gaze and wished she could laser him like her great-great grandma was rumored capable of doing. Alas, all she'd inherited from that gene pool was incredibly long, if light-colored, lashes.

No matter how fiery her stare, Grandfather did not look intimidated at all. Then again, she might have looked and sounded more daunting if he'd not had his ghostly goons duct tape her mouth. Apparently, he didn't like what she had to say when he had her bound tighter than a turkey for the oven.