My name is Vinna, and I've been keeping a lot of secrets. You would too if you'd experienced some of the weird shit I have: red-eyed monsters chasing me, markings on my body appearing out of nowhere, a strange power that crackles colorfully over my skin from time to time, and don't get me started on the weapons I can conjure up almost out of nowhere. Lucky for me, I have yet to meet someone whose ass I couldn't kick, inside the ring or out. I put...

"My name is Vinna, and my magic is an asshole. I mean, what else would you call it when it does whatever it wants, whenever it wants? Now I have Enoch and his coven looking at me like I'm the one, and a bunch of pissed off Chosen. I have no answers and no time to deal with this shit. Lachlan and Keegan managed to get themselves caught by Adriel, the big bad lamia who murders and hunts Sentinels. Time is running out, and if my Chosen and I can't get...

"My name is Vinna and I am a Sentinel. I'm the last in a line of a hunted, magical race, coveted and killed for our power and abilities. I was hidden and protected, but now that I've been found, it's a race to see who can command and control me. Joke's on them, I bow to no one. I need to master my magic, and protect the five guys I've marked as my own at all costs. Because the line between friend and foe is dangerously blurry, and I'm collecting enemies...

The last place I ever wanted to be was in the middle of someone else’s war. Too bad fate doesn’t give a fuck. When I first woke up in the land of the Gryphons, I had one goal...getting back home. I was so focused on figuring out how to leave that I got myself exiled from the Hidden, captured by the Avowed, and managed to claim not one, but three mates. Although I had no idea about that last one until it was too late. Oh right, and then I almost...