Between Cases

G’day. I’m still here. Still Pet. Well, I’m only two thirds of a Pet these days, but you might as well call me Pet anyway. Everyone does: everyone but the vampire, that is. Life is more unbalanced these days—cases are cutting closer to home than usual. I thought I was the only one, but there are others like me: kids whose parents were murdered just like mine. Stuff that never fit into place before is beginning fall into place. And my psychos are getting really weird. I mean, they’ve always been weird, but now they’re getting weirder. Why would a fae lord decide to collaborate with humans? Why has the fae steward started sneaking out at night? And why is the vampire reading romance novels?