Sacred Truth

Warning: contains violence, language, and sexual situations. Oh, and spooks. Trey is up to his normal shenanigans again. The irony of his world is that Booth Doyle can't come out of the broom closet. He can't be himself in his family's world, and it is getting harder and harder to pretend to be something that he isn't. What's a witch to do?How about work a case behind his brothers' backs?How about find the killer who murdered a woman twenty years ago?How about be blackmailed?Yeah, his life wasn't easy before, but now, it just became...complicated. Being half-Littlemoon is a blessing and a curse to him. The blessing is that he also has a gift, much like his brother, Julian. The curse is that he works in a no-witch zone, thanks to Nyx and her meddling. Now, as a completely normal day goes to Hell in a hand basket, he has to find a killer before the women haunting his house out him, figure out a way to keep Honor Addington from finding out his secret, and to stay off of Julian's radar long enough to save his ass. Yeah, how hard could that all be?The answer?Catastrophic. In the end, his Sacred Truth has the potential to cost him his family, his heart, and to cost the Littlemoons the agency that they created from the ground up. Something is janky in Salem. Oh, and the secrets attached to it are deadly. To the living. To the dead. And to him.