If there was one thing I’d learned over the last few months, it was that absolutely nothing lasted forever.
Which was probably why I’d been so surprised when Hunter announced he was staying in Portland. I couldn’t help but think, and hope, that it had something to do with me, a forty-year-old divorcee who was half witch and half fae.
Or maybe that was just a pipe dream.
Either way, a new hunk isn’t the only thing that’s changed in my life within the last forty-eight hours. For starters, I freed an elf from prison based solely on the fact that he knew my grandfather’s name. And then that elf promptly had some sort of magical heart attack, leaving me to wonder just what the heck is going on in the world of the fae.
I won’t have to wait too long to get answers, though. In fact, they’re coming at me more quickly than I can even think.