Dancing with My Elf

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 t...