I keep having to remind myself of all the things I find reprehensible about Sinjin Sinclair.

First of all, he’s a master vampire, and all vampires, in my mind, are nothing more than blood-sucking parasites.

Secondly, his unflagging cockiness, when paired with his boyish charm, is enough to irritate any sensible woman.

Mostly it’s Sinjin’s unapologetic sexuality that I find extremely off-putting, somewhat entertaining, and possibly even exhilarating.

After I purposely botch my leader’s attack on Jolie, I find myself returned to my old life, a life I thought I’d wanted.

But the adage “be careful what you wish for, because you might get it” will take on new meaning once I find myself playing hostage to my own people.