G'day. I'm still here. Still Pet.



Well, I'm only two thirds of a Pet these days, but you might as well call me Pet anyway. Everyone does: everyone but the vampire, that is.



Life is more unbalanced these days—cases are cutting closer to home than usual. I thought I was the only one, but there are others like me: kids whose parents were murdered just like mine. Stuff that never fit into place before is beginning fall into place.



And my psychos are getting really weird. I mean, they've always been weird, but now they're getting weirder.



Why would a fae lord decide to collaborate with humans?



Why has the fae steward started sneaking out at night?



And why is the vampire reading romance novels?