Mage: Field agent for the Mage Council, charged with enforcing the Prime Directive—Humans Must Not Know—on Earth and several Worlds Beside. His secret vice is MM romances. He's a firm believer in the Four Effs, with the fourth being a quick application of his Fuhgeddaboudit spell when he's done.

Wolf: The mage's other soul. He's snarky, pushy, opinionated, and addicted to shifter stories, which they read on their Kindle Voyages. Preferably about wolves (well, duh!), but he has a sneaking fondness for dragons, even though they're either extinct or never existed.

The accountant. Short, slender, muscles for maybe a couple of hours, although he insists he has at least a three-pack. A nice but not a Howard of Troy face. Owns his own business and gives excellent investment advice. He gives excellent other things. Certain body parts come to mind.

There's also: a cruisy trail in Forest Park, a prophecy from the current COO of Delphi, Ltd., who doesn't like the mage at all; Lateesha, who may or may not have supplied "enhanced" lemonade; plus a bit of Oz, South Pacific, the Scottish Play, Peggy Lee, Gone With The Wind, The Scarlet Pimpernel, and others.

41,850 words of story.