Chapter 1
Aidan Callahan sat on the scratchy low fence by the apple orchard, letting one leg swing idly, and waited for the pooka.
The pooka was, in fact, late. At least according to the ritual timeline.
Aidan knocked a boot against wood in irritation. Supernatural creatures who’d been gleefully munching on someone else’s crops ought to have the decency to arrive on time, he decided.
His phone buzzed. He checked it, sighed, texted back, Nothing yet, I’d tell you, and you’re supposed to be on bed rest. After a second Len sent back a gif of a flickering pumpkin with a middle finger carved into it, because Elena Ruiz hated being sidelined even with a leg nearly bitten in half, and consequently at the moment also hated selkies and their teeth. Aidan, who preferred his Magical Enforcement D
