Tags: They transferred me to the Supernatural Enforcement Division because I can see dead people; my new partner is a hot shifter whose idea of a welcome gift is a warning snarl; between his resting murder-face and my sudden ability to attract every sup in the city, our “grumpy/sunshine” dynamic is less “cute romance” and more “impending disaster;” found family? More like found a bunch of cryptids who think I’m a supernatural juice box.