Dark RealityI"d also spend quality time with April. Our lack of intimacy had descended into sore subject territory. Although we"d shared a romantic Valentine"s Day earlier that week, a burst pipe in the sheriff"s office had slashed our time shorter than a matchstick. The kids were always a priority. And ever since she"d revealed that a divorce from her husband had not formally taken place years ago, we"d been tracing the mysterious man"s whereabouts to resolve the itty-bitty complication.
notDuring April"s and my first official date on my birthday last Halloween, Madam Zenya interrupted to warn us she foresaw danger imminently hurtling in our direction. Months had passed without Beelzebub"s fireballs singing us, but she"d also suggested it would prevail during a winter blizzard. Could the
