As much as I have loved most of the books in this series, on occasion, I hit one that just didn’t do “it” for me. This is one of them. It was “okay”, but not great. No butterflies for me.
I was looking forward to Connor’s story. From one book to the next, Connor would openly scowl at all the blossoming love around him, that tormented his already tortured soul. I thought most of it had to do with Darcy. Remember Darcy, the dying human that was caught in their vampire war that he ended up “turning”? She seemed to hate him for it. She suffered the loss of her human life, and he suffered the guilt for taking it away from her completely. I secretly wondered if somehow… he might have loved her? But no. She already found her happily ever after, and while he was suffering, we find out in this one, that Darcy was not the main cause of his pain.