A twist of fate had thrown her into Charlie Manx's path, a twist of fate that only grew stronger like a vine unwilling to release its grip. She didn't know why but she was fairly certain Manx wasn't a monster. She'd known monsters, and though The Wraith driver wasn't 'good' she could still see there was goodness in him underneath all that blood and black.

Who would have thought my life could become so complicated? First, my adopted family go completely nutters, claiming fairytales are real and I'm part of a huge fairytale family, and now the children from my cases are going missing? What the fuck is going on?