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Fae.”
    “This is true . I just felt bad after your cursing string and her misfortune. I didn’t want to force her.”
    “Yeah well, now I have to be the bad guy and do it.”
    Uriah raised a brow . “What exactly did Rowan tell you to do?”
    Bain smirked, one corner of his mouth reaching higher than the other . “To convince her to come home with me.”
    Uriah shook his head as he spread his wings . “Have fun with that,” he quipped.
    “I’ll see you in a few hours ,” Bain said smugly.
    Uriah didn’t normally doubt Bain’s abilities with females, but he kind of wished he could stick around to see if it was going to be that easy with this particular female. She had a stubborn nature that Uriah picked up on instantly. You didn’t have to be an empath like Lothar or omniscient like Cree to know this one might actually give Bain a taste of his own medicine.

Chapter Five
     
     
    Isabelle was thankful it was the weekend. She had slept the whole night through, the exhaustion of the evening before weighing heavily on her.
    How could so many things have gone wrong?
    She probed the back of her head and sure enough, she had a quarter-sized bump on it, all thanks to a falling showerhead. And to think she used to love the detachable massaging head; now, she was leery of it.
    Izzy patted the bed, searching for Garcia. His heavy tail slapped the bed and a loud purr met her ears as she found him and stroked his side. She only prayed he wasn’t limping today; she had kicked him pretty hard last night.
    “You hungry, Garcia?” she cooed at the twenty-three pound grey and black tabby. Silly question, of course he was hungry.
    Izzy slipped from her covers, grabbed a thin robe that hung from her bathroom door, and headed down the stairs, with Garcia hot on her heels. She held tight to the banister this time, not wanting a repeat in the reverse from last night. At least falling up the stairs merely bruised her knees… falling down would do a lot more damage.
    Izzy hated the smell of Garcia’s canned food. She , as always, held her breath as the can opener broke through the tin seal. Garcia meowed and weaved his way through her legs. Izzy lifted the top and flinched as the sharp edge ran over her finger, slicing it deep and causing the crimson of her blood to pool.
    “Jesus,” she huffed under her breath and grabbed a napkin. Garcia continued to meow as the doorbell rang. Izzy was almost at her wit’s end and seriously considering going back upstairs and crawling under the covers. She plopped the stinky concoction of food into Garcia’s bowl and stomped to the front door, flinging it open when she reached it.
    “No!” she said fiercely, looking up into the unnatural shade of purple eyes. She started to shut the door in Bain’s face.
    Bain was struck then . He saw that this particular human was attractive last night, but she was beautiful in the light of day. She had a petite, but curvy frame, full, pouty lips, and deep blue eyes. She was definitely Bain’s type. Then again, any beautiful woman was, but this one had a fire in her—she was feisty. It intrigued him. Bain smiled and put his black-booted foot in the doorframe.
    Izzy was frustrated . This was not happening ! Her anger flew in the form of the door crashing against the boot in its way. Bain wrapped his long, calloused fingers around the metal of the door and pushed it back open, stepping inside the foyer and closing it gently behind him.
    Isabelle’s eyes were heated as she stared at Bain, and he continued to smile down at her. He wouldn’t mind seeing how that fire translated to the bedroom.
    “Go get dressed and pack a bag ; it’s time to go see Rowan,” he said, an assertive set to his muscles, as he moved past her and settled onto her plush, micro-suede couch.
    Izzy’s hand rested on her hips and one perfectly manicured brown brow arched at him. “No ,” she said stubbornly.
    Now Bain was the one with the raised brow . “Yes,” he