Dylan Johnson has recently discovered he’s a witch, a true necromancer, to be exact. But frankly, he doesn’t know how to juggle being a new kindergarten teacher and practicing his long-dormant magic. To complicate things, he’s trying to help solve six mysterious, seemingly unrelated, supernatural deaths.
Aurelius Chatzis is one of the detectives in charge of the Supernatural Crimes Division. As a vampire almost three thousand years old, he can’t understand his immediate attraction to Dylan. Their close proximity during the initial stage of the investigation, in addition to his partner’s nosy interference, eventually leads to a memorable first date.
Unfortunately, the mounting danger of the multiple murders will test the strength of Dylan and Aurelius’s new relationship. Will it survive and last for an eternity? Or will it crash and burn from the pressure of it all?
He eyed the clock on the wall. It was close to midnight. They had been perusing the files for more than an hour. Unfortunately, he had not discovered anything new. Judging by the scowl of irritation on Dylan’s face, the witch didn’t fare any better. He gave up after another pointless minute of reading the same page over again. He then gazed at the sexy witch in front of him. He would be more than willing to give up his immortality for a chance to make love to the other man. It would be worth it.
“Take a picture. It will last longer.”
He jumped a little at Dylan’s words and blushed in embarrassment.
“Why are you staring at me anyway? Have you read through the files properly?”
“Of course I have, but I can’t find the connection among the victims,” he replied to the second question, hoping that Dylan would not realize that he hadn’t answered the first one, but his hope was dashed.
“You are avoiding my first question, but I will let it slide for now.” He glared at the smirking witch, but remained silent. “Anyway, I can’t find anything in these files either, but I’m positive that there have to be a connection between them.”
Right then, Moira returned into the room.
“Dylan, you’re right. All of the victims had died on the nights of the full moon.”
“Shit. When is the next one coming up?”
“In five days.”
He nodded in agreement. The situation was desperate now. The three of them didn’t speak for a minute or two.
“Have the two of you found anything helpful in those folders?”
“Nope. I think you and I need to interview the victims’ families and friends once again,” he said to Dylan.
“That’s a good idea, Aurelius, but I can’t come along. I have classes to teach tomorrow morning. Umm, I mean, later this morning. It’s already fifteen minutes past midnight.”
“That’s fine, Dylan. What specifically should Aurelius and I be asking?” Moira said.
“Check to see if the victims were friends, ex-schoolmates, colleagues ... oh, is it possible that they were members of a cult?”
He couldn’t help but snort upon hearing that.
“What? Like the virgin club or something?”
The three of them were stunned into complete silence at the implication of his words. He had inadvertently led them to a possible clue. Moira stood up straighter and smirked at him.
“Good job, Aurelius.”
“I’m not a dog, Moira.”
“Guys, I think you need to look at that possibility.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you at seven o’clock, Moira. Come on, Dylan. I’ll drive you home.”
“Bye, boys. Don’t do anything ... dirty.”
He rolled his eyes at the lascivious grin on Moira’s face while Dylan’s cheeks burned red in obvious embarrassment.
“Bye, Moira. Will I be seeing you tomorrow evening?”
“You will if that possessive vampire of yours is willing to let you out of his sight.”
“Our relationship is strictly professional.”
“Keep telling yourself that, vamp. I’m a siren, remember? I can smell arou ...”
“Shut up, Moira. Let’s go, Dylan.”
Moira didn’t bother replying to him. Instead, she howled in amusement at his discomfort. He gritted his teeth. He seriously needed to find a new partner at work. That woman was totally insane.
Dylan and he made his way down to the basement by riding the elevator. Once they reached it, he placed a hand on Dylan’s back and guided the witch towards his car. He couldn’t help the feeling of pride and possessiveness at their closeness even though there was nothing happening between them. He squashed down the resounding “Yet!” that was echoing through his mind. Dylan hadn’t shown any sexual or romantic interest in him and he didn’t want to keep his hopes up only to plummet to the ground with burning disappointment later on should the witch reject him. Fuck! He was so screwed, and not in the nicest way possible.