Not a word Patricia had ever used to describe herself, yet it was the path she’d chosen when her mission ended and the shifter council informed her she was free to return to her life. Just one problem; she no longer knew what that life was, or with who. Her first act as an egg-laying fowl? She handed off the task of freeing Stu and Ricky to someone else. Distance made her body ache. Separation from them made her anxious. Those two combined scared her poor, battered heart. So she ran back to Ottawa, back to her home. It should have proven easy to slip back into her old job and apartment. Okay, maybe not easy. Putting the mission behind her while knowing a killer and an accomplice still roamed left a hairball in her throat, but Patricia’s role was done, whether she liked it or not. Time to tackle a new job. It was what she usually did no matter the outcome. Report to work, accept whatever duty her boss assigned her, and do it to the best of her ability.
