Instead, as the sun popped above the horizon, she made her way down a trail between misty green pastures intent on finding answers. She blamed Cristian for her restless mind. If he hadn’t brought Mad Rose to the pub the other day, she wouldn’t be so freaked out. She’d left the U.S. to get answers and uncover her past. Not to become even more confused. She wasn’t going to leave until she uncovered the reason behind her father’s disappearance. This was the last place he’d been, and if she had to question every damn neighbor, she would. She pushed between two overgrown honeysuckle bushes, sending their heady scent into the air along with a flock of black birds. They chirped and squawked in objection, the sound too sharp and loud this early in the morning. The winged creatures disappeared into a grove of trees and the morning slipped into blissful silence once more. Yes, it was Cristian’s fault. What did he mean by bringing a witch to her home? Was he trying to scare her off?
