For a decade, I've hated the supernaturals who owned my world.
I hunted them.
I killed them.
And now, in the most grand twist of fate-I am bonded to one of them.
Oh, the irony.
Being a supernatural bounty hunter isn't exactly a popular job.
But after the magic wars, there aren't many things a human can do that will put food on the table.
Thankfully anything my right hook can't handle, my guns can.
Or so I thought.
When a demo.