My name is Cordelia. Cord to my friends. I live in the city and, I have to admit, I’m not normal. I always knew I was different, I just never realized I was a supernatural. Or that others exist. Now I’m pretty clear that they do. My roommate, Chuck, is a hunter. He specializes in shifters and vampires. My new friend, Tiki, is a dhampir. I met a demon. I met her, and she kicked my butt and nearly killed a specialized team of hunters sent to kill her. Now a second, more powerful team, is coming for her. And I have a bad feeling about this. When hunters are on the job and aiming to take out an uber demon, no one expects or wants a civilian along for the ride. Except I’m the only reason the last team made it out alive. I don’t even know how that was possible, except it happened. Will I be needed again when they go after her? I pray I won’t be, yet everything inside tells me that I’ll be seeing her void-filled eyes again. Here’s to not being devoured.