I’m not myself, I don’t feel like I’m really here, and to be honest, this whole Carmen-Colton-Vampires bullshit and being brought to the home of the people who made my last decade worthless, is all a little too much for me right now. I’m angry, seething, bubbling away inside at him, at them, at life, at the goddamn Fates. Most of all, I’m angry at myself for being this weak, stupid girl who wasn’t good enough to keep, and too useless and vulnerable to save her friends, her family.

I lost everything and almost died. Terrified inside, deep down, like a churning pit of foreboding that shadows me, of the...