Just because I enjoy planning and researching doesn't mean I'm not the most dangerous badass mothercracker around. The world sees me as boring, dependable David. And I like it that way. I know things and I'm organized. Plus, I've seen firsthand the harm a chaotic life can inflict, and I'd rather have my lists and be called dull. Which is what makes it all the more disconcerting when a sexy elf declares his adoration and begins to woo me. What am I supposed to do? Hide, mostly. It's hard, though, because Caolan and I are supposed to be working together. And he's tough to resist: sweet, competent, and so incredibly beautiful. He sees something in me that no one else does. Would it really be such a bad thing if I gave in to temptation? But my personal life can't be the priority right now. The bad guys are gearing up to strike, and if we don't stop them, the end of the world could be nigh. I need to focus on that, not on letting Caolan show me the benefits of spontaneity. Why don't world-ending disasters come with an instruction manual?
