I had never thought my life was ideal but it had been manageable. By day, I pretended to be a human going to a 'human's only' high-school, making human friends and trying to get the attention of Keanu Hale, my school's quarterback. At night, I worked as a henchman making sure no one got in the way of my grandfather's hotel-empire which spanned across the Mabiian Island chain. I was my grandfather's most cherished weapon, I stole and manipulated emotions, I would even drain someone of their ability to feel joy if my grandfather ordered me to.I won't apologize for what I did, it kept my sisters fed and my grandfather from finding out that my mother squandered our monthly allowance on shopping and throwing extravagant parties. It kept my family alive. But more importantly, my job kept me from being trained to be a wife and married off to some rich and powerful dracon, a human-dragon hybrid, as all girls with one-eighth dragon blood are.As I said, my life was just manageable, until Wyvern Manderson vacationed on my island. Wyvern Manderson, the rich, powerful, and famous for something or other, half-dragon jerk, just kept showing up, sabotaging my missions and ordering me around. On top of that, for some reason he was always angry at me. Pretty soon I was suspended from further missions, facing eminent financial ruin and still had to see the jerk everywhere I went. When my friend, Honua, from my human-high-school vanished, I learned that she was Wyvern's human half-sister that he was keeping secret and protecting. Taking on the mission to find Honua might have been what I needed to save my family from losing everything but to do it, I would have to spend all day, every day, with the jerk. To top that all off, Honua was not the only girl who disappeared. When girls started being discovered dead, I realized that my sanity wasn't the biggest thing I would be risking in this investigation; I might very well be the next to die.