My sister blew our entire budget on a Porsche. I get it. Valkyries like to make their appearances in style, but I'm supposed to start my first day as a high school student with nothing to eat. All because my sister wanted a fancy ride. It doesn't matter if I'm really a Valkyrie on a mission to reap my first soul. None of my training prepared me for what life as a human teenager would really be like. Not the boys, the pool parties, or the dead bodies lining up in my wake. This was supposed to be a simple job. Befriend the hottest swimmer on the team. Become his girlfriend, and then take his soul straight to Valhalla. Except I can't do it. I can't take his life. I better become the Valkyrie my sister expects me to be, or I'll be forged into something entirely new.