I know. Who'd have thought that a jaded ex-cop elf would have problems with emotional commitment and self-esteem?
Yeah, me, too.
I'm trying to work on that. I've also got a new job, new boss, and a pile of bones I'm trying to identify while not stepping on too many official police business toes. To top things off, it looks like the Antiquus Ordo Arcanum aren't the only murdering cult making my life a living hell.
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.
I'm pretty sure he's going to dump my ass. But I really, really, really hope he doesn't. At least not before I can solve these murders and get my life a little more together than it currently isn't.
