Between Frames

Two fae is company, but a company of fae is trouble.



Which is exactly what we’ve got. Trouble, I mean. Well, and fae. Lots of fae.



Something or someone is stalking and killing high-level fae around Hobart—tearing out hearts and leaving a trail of bloody bodies behind. Fae don’t like it when they’re the ones getting killed, so of course they came to hire my owners.



Owners, you ask?



Hi. I’m Pet. No, that’s not my name. I am a pet.



My owners? They’re fae. Well, two fae and one stroppy vampire.



Welcome to the world Between.