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I'm in the middle of a battleground between not one, but two cults and a group of people who think that witches, warlocks, and people like Ward and me shouldn't exist. And as if that weren't enough, I'm struggling to find time to work on self-improvement and maybe manage to go on a date or two in the meantime with a certain shifter who is just way too adorable for words.

The house was full of restless spirits—all of them killed by the Antiquus Ordo Arcanum, a secret society that didn't seem to care much for the welfare of either the living or the dead. And Mason and I—along with Hart and Sylvia—are right in the middle of it. Again. If that weren't enough, Mason's nephew, Jackson, is starting to have nightmares, and when you're from a family of witches, that can only mean one thing—your power is growing, and you've also just become a threat to your own family.

Nothing can prepare you for the phone call from your best friend telling you his dad was murdered. But here I am, getting on a plane to fly halfway across the country to hold his hand and hope to hell that I'm not walking into a complete disaster. Who am I kidding? The police think Gregory Crane killed himself, but Elliot is sure they're wrong. And the dead man can't tell us what happened, so I'm going to have to use good old-fashioned detective work to figure this one out. Except I'm not a cop anymore and all my contacts are half a country away.

Something is very wrong with the Fitzwilliam estate. It was supposed to be a regular seance job. But from the minute I met an angry ghost in the hall, I knew there wasn't going to be anything ordinary about this house or its dead residents. First of all, there were way too many of them. Second, some of them had been helped along from living to dead. Third, my attempt to figure out what was going on got a bit sidetracked when I met the gardener. He was tall, dark green, and handsome. And really, really smart. So I hired him to help me figure out what was going on. 

I'm overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated, and up to my lavender eyeballs in missing and murdered shifters. To make matters worse, I've acquired a dog. Sort of. He's not actually a dog. I don't know his name or anything about him other than the fact that he's mostly hairless and is blind in one eye-and he's a witness to one of the unsolved shifter murders that's keeping me up at night. We found him at a crime scene, injured and scared, and I just can't make myself lock him up for obstruction of justice, even though I probably should.

The boy begging for help in my nightmares is very real. He's trapped, and it's up to me and Mason to get him out. The trouble is, we have to find him first. It would be a lot easier if we weren't also trying to solve a series of magical murders and deal with my horrible ex-boyfriend at the same time. Oh, and on top of that, I'm trying to make this relationship work, but that's not the easiest thing to do when you're a magnet for ghosts and murderers, your ex is a complete narcissist, and your boyfriend is an orc witch.

I try to be an easygoing kind of guy, but sometimes things happen that really throw you for a loop. It turns out that meeting a certain badger shifter is one of those things. I'd agreed to pick him up at the airport to help out a friend, and I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into. I figured...

I moved halfway across the country for this guy—knowing that he wasn't interested. And that's probably not even the stupidest thing I've ever done. The stupidest thing I've ever done is seriously contemplate telling him that I'm falling in love with him. While also trying to find a job and...

Everything was finally going well. I had a job I liked, a man I loved, and a future we were building together. And then the past came back to haunt me—and now I have to go back to the house in Appalachia where my parents had made my childhood a living hell. Where Noah and I had been broken...