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Something was wrong.

The store was a mess. The glass teapot, the one he had noticed the day before, was on the floor, shattered into several pieces. Beside it on the floor was a bloody handprint.

It felt like the world was collapsing around him. He glanced back at Gwen. She didn’t need to see this, but he couldn’t keep her from the truth…or what they could possibly find if they went into the shop.

“Gwen,” he said, turning around slowly to face her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, all the playfulness that she had been exuding disappearing.

He shrugged. “I can’t be sure until I look.”

“What do you want me to do?”

He could make her wait in the car, but whoever was gunning for her had to be someone they both knew, someone close to them, and it was likely it was someone who could lure her out of the car…and do whatever they deemed necessary.

He couldn’t risk it.