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...