Midlife Mayhem

Living back at Mom's place with her and Gram is not how this ex-district attorney intended to start the next chapter of her life, but I shouldn't be surprised it's where I ended up. You see, my family is cursed. Literally. At least that's what both Gram and Mom claim. I've never given much thought to their ridiculous superstitions, but when three local patrons from my mom's occult shop end up dead, even I'm a bit unnerved. So I decide to dive right into the crazy headfirst. And what I thought would be the end of my journey...may only be the beginning.

I finally had some answers. Except those answers only led to more questions. And the first question on my mind? Were there any other halflings in existence? Between Hunter's, and with the Council's, orders to kill me, and the immense growth in my magical powers, I'd hardly had time to explore that possibility. But I needed to. I needed to know if there was anyone else like me out there, and I needed to know now.

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 40-year-old divorcee who was half witch and half fae.

After I'd found my Elven grandfather, Laslow, and brought him back to the human world, I was convinced that my life was on the upswing. Things with Hunter were good. Grams and mom were happy. And it seemed all the fires in my life had been put out. I could've left well enough alone...but I still had lingering questions about the hate between the fae and the witches. They say knowing your history can give you the tools to shape your future. But when you creep into the past, you're bound to find things you don't like.