Ten years after the Fae Countermeasures Initiative, I stood in the garden of our expanded home watching my granddaughter take her first steps, while simultaneously monitoring the peaceful hum of a supernatural network that had grown far beyond anything I'd originally imagined possible.
Little Elena—Stella's daughter with her mate David, a phoenix-shifter diplomat she'd met during inter-dimensional negotiations—wobbled across the grass with the determined focus of a one-year-old who had inherited three generations of stubborn determination along with magical abilities that were already making flowers bloom in her footsteps.
"She's going to be trouble," observed Adrian from his position on the porch swing, where he was reviewing reports from his latest assignment mediating territorial disp
