"Ro? You home?" He'd been on patrolling duty with Jezebel and a couple other witches in Paris.

He stormed into the living room. "If any more paparazzi fuck up my hunts, I'm going to lose it."

I slid my open phone with today's slew of headlines about my rock star demon hunting boyfriend under a cushion. There'd been a resurgence of Fugue State Five album sales and his fan boards raged with debates deconstructing his lyrics for clues to his secret identity.

"I can't ...