So much goes on behind the city’s shuttered eyes, Sin came to know that long before modern cities pierced the skies. She is the last of an ancient race, Primordials. Rescued from Asmodea, the demonic hell realm, by the warlord Xander, she struggles with her new found freedom and skeletons that won’t stay tucked in her closet. The drastic changes in the world since her capture aren’t her only problem—now Azael, her captor, wants her back, a shocking fourth party is showing more than just passing interest in her, and the demons are ready for an all out war to enslave mundanes. Just what were the Fates thinking leaving this one up to her when she can barely stay lucid long enough to order a cup of coffee?