About three things I was absolutely sure: first, on top of being a stalker and all around creeper, Edward was a vampire. And there was a part of him (with my luck probably a very large part of him) that thirsted for my blood. And thirdly, it was because of him I was in this entire mess.
I had always figured I would die young in some horrible nasty way. Being a daughter of Hades tends to make you a rather large target for a rather long list of people. But today would not be the day.
I stared at the hunter from across the room, where he eyed me pleasantly. I smirked. You can't kill the Ghost Queen…