So, I have wings now. And, apparently, I'm the long-lost granddaughter of Shakespeare, the fulfillment of some supernatural prophecy. As if that's not enough, I'm traveling to parallel worlds with eleven others, including one who's supposed to be my soulmate. To think, last month, the only thing I had to worry about was running away so I didn't get stuck in juvie again. The last of their kind, The Twelve are firm in their resolve to continue their people's God-mandated fight against the legions of hell. Under the untested leadership of Bram Grimm and his new bonded, Tempest Black, the Star...