You know that awkward moment when one of your mortal enemies hires you to kill another mortal enemy? They say the enemy of your enemy is your friend, but I'm not sure that's true. In fact, I'm not quite sure why I took the job. Neither is Daiman. Apparently, druids don't like being hit men. Who knew? I don't like making hits on people, either, but this might be the only way to find out the truth about my past... ...and stop Philip before he figures out how to turn me back into the crazy, mass-murdering bitch I used to be.