There will be a sacrifice at the witching hour—me. Okay, so throwing a shoe and casting my laxative spell didn’t do me much good. Time to go to Plan B. I’m a reincarnated Fate Witch and rightful Queen of the Royal Covens. None of that is why I’m going to get out of this, though. I’m a mortal-born witch in this lifetime, which means I’m scrappy as hell. I’ll use my strengths against their pride and get the Royal Covens to turn on each other. While they’re cat-fighting it out, I’ll use the opportunity to work together with my guys and make an epic escape. To everyone’s surprise, Plan B worked! (Yeah, even I was surprised, I’ll admit it.) We head on over to an underground retreat for vampires who royally pissed off the Royal Covens (see what I did there?). Anyway, they’re all really nice and accepting except for this super hot vampire named Tiros. His first reaction when he sees me is to give me the bird. Yeah, he’s awesome like that. Behind all that brooding and crudeness, Tiros is hiding something. Well, he’s a master thief, so he’s always hiding something, but I think he knows something about my past. I’ll charm it out of him. Because yeah, I’m charming. Totally.