A delusional dragon shifter thinks I need his help.
Ha. I’m a detective. Why would I need help from an exotic dancer on a case that involves dark magic? We’re searching for demons, not dollars.
Lucas is persistent, as if he’s burned his brain flying too close to the sun.
But I don’t need this scaly shifter’s help solving crimes. Or his all-too-personal attention.
Even if he almost entrances me while he dances by rolling his amazingly chiseled abs…
Such fine abs.
No, focus. Demons are a bigger threat than my dry spell.
So whatever he’s offering, is a big, fat nope.