Valerius isn’t a popular Dark-Hunter – he’s a Roman, which means that the largely Greek Hunters have a major grudge against him and his civilization for superseding them. To make things worse, he’s very conscious of his aristocratic background and breeding. So it serves him right when he runs into Tabitha Devereaux.
She’s sassy, sexy, and completely unwilling to take him seriously. (Not to mention that she’s the twin sister of the wife of former Dark-Hunter Kyrian-Val’s mortal enemy.) What Tabitha does take seriously is hunting and killing vampires – and soon she and Val have to grapple with the deadliest of all Daimons – one who’s managed to come back from the dead, and one who holds a serious grudge against both of them.
To win against evil, Val will have to loosen up, learn to trust, and put everything on the line to protect a man he hates and a woman who drives him nuts.
“Relax. You’re in good hands. Tabby wont hurt you.”
“She stabbed me!”
“Damn! I told her not to stab any more Hunters. I hate it when she does that.”
“Where are you anyway?”
“I don’t know. I hear some godawful kind of music from outside, horns blaring, and I’m in a house with a Mohawk cuckoo bird, a transvestite, and a knife-wielding lunatic.”
“Why are you at Tabitha’s?”
“Just how many sisters do you have?”
“I’m just pitying whatever poor males lived in that house with all of you. It must have been truly frightening at least one week out of every month.”
“Was that a joke?”
“Merely a frightening statement of fact.”
“Life is serious.”
“No, life is an adventure. It’s thrilling and scary. Sometimes it’s even a bit boring, but it should never be serious.”
“What has crawled up your butt and died?”
“I can’t believe you married a justice nymph and have yet to learn anything from her. There are always three sides to every memory, Z. Yours, theirs, and the truth, which lies somewhere in between the two.”