Caitlin grabbed the book off the table, squeezing it in her hands to keep from throwing it across the room. Who did she think she was? Telling her to stop influencing Owen with fairy tales? Like she was some kind of a threat! Like she’d lured Owen over here and set out the big, bad fairy tale books as a trap! They were just stories, for God’s sake! Stories that might hold some truth now and then, yes. But to take them away from a child altogether? To cut him off from a world of magic and fantasy because his imagination had gotten carried away one night? It wasn’t Owen’s fault that boy drowned! Marching across the room, she yanked the phone off the wall. She started to dial the pub, then remembered the lines were dead. What would Liam think if he knew this woman wanted to suppress the imagination of her child? She shoved the phone back into the cradle and froze, her eyes going wide as her gaze dropped to the book. ‘It’s right here! The sea witch steals the prince away from his true love—the girl he’s supposed to be with!’ It wasn’t possible, was it?
