After Tina crosses paths with Damon Blackdart, she discovers that her soul houses another, dormant soul, Trinity, Damon's Beloved, who died centuries ago.
Damon tries to draw Trinity forward and when he succeeds, Tina befriends her and learns that Damon is part of the Lueeshareteers (Bloodeaters), powerful creatures old as time itself, whose three clans live in seeming peace and rule the world from shadows. After she is swept from Damon's grasp by the Dumes, Trinity's children, she also learns that vampires are not at the top of the food chain.
Damon went up the stairs and stopped three stairs beneath her. "You better get back to your room and put on some slippers. You are going to get a cold running around barefoot."
Was he joking or being serious? Not that Tina cared. The only thing she cared about was getting out of this house, away from him and from that creature.
"I know what you must be thinking." He stepped up.
She stepped back.
"What is he going to do?" He advanced on her.
She maintained the distance of three stairs between them.
"Is he going to hurt me?" Damon took another step up. "Is he going to rape or even kill me?"
She had run out of stairs. She turned on her heel and was about to run down the hallway, when she bumped into something. She looked up and there he was, standing before her. "How did you --"
He grabbed her arm, holding her in place. "But you see, if I intended to do any of that, I would have done it already."
"Then what do you want with me?" She tried to wiggle her arm out of his grasp.
"You have something that I want." His fingers crawled up her arm. "Something very special."
He smiled down on her, a soft, friendly smile that made him look like an innocent young boy. "Stay here, you have nothing to return to." He gently caressed her shoulder. "I have been in your mind, I have seen how you live. Looking for a job, worrying about when the money your grandmother left you runs out and in the meantime trying to live as modestly as you can. I even felt your loneliness. Is this life?"
Tina looked at those green eyes that knowingly waited for her reply. A beautiful face, such an innocent smile, but there was cruelty behind it, she could feel it, but she could also feel that that cruelty wasn't directed at her, that if he conveyed any feeling at all toward her, it was... fondness.
"Will you let me go, if I ask you to?"
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."
Why had she even asked? She bit her lip, chewing on it, before she spoke. "But what do you want? What is so special that I have and you want?"
"A fragment of your soul."