I'm Caith Morningstar: bar owner, leather wearer, shoe worshipper, werewolf, Orlando's resident ass kicker and... Satan's niece.In the tween--between On High and Hell--I've got three rules: order, secrecy, and if you can't manage that at least have some discretion. Wait, make that four: no one screws with me or my stuff. Orlando--land of that famous mouse--is my home and people are either gonna get in line or get out.Except someone didn't get that memo. Now, I'm gonna bust out my bat and smash some heads. I've got zombies demolishing my home, vamps chasing me, and on top of the normal violence in my life, I'm quickly falling for an angel.I can handle the blood, gore, and frustration, but can I deal with the pain of loving--possibly losing--the angel Samkiel? Probably not, but I'm gonna try anyway.