Two fae is business, but a company of fae is problems.

Which is exactly what we’ve got. Trouble, After all. Well, and fae. Lots of fae.

Something or someone is stalking and killing high-level fae around Hobart-tearing out hearts and leaving a path of bloody bodies at the rear of. Fae don’t like it when they’re the types getting killed, so of course they found hire my owners.

Owners, you ask?

Hi. I’m Pet. No, that isn’t my name. I am a family pet.

My owners? They’re fae. Well, two fae and one stroppy vampire.

Welcome to the world Between.