After finding your whole world flipped on it's axis, again, how do you go forward? Where do you go from there. Me? I decide to sink to the bottom of a bottle of whiskey. My mates try to find the truth out of the Healer's claims, but I'm not holding my breath. I don't feel like any kind of goddess, or succubus, or magician, or whatever else that quack wants to say. I am the same ole' me as always, still lacking memories from eighteen years of my life, still falling hopelessly head over feet in love with four different people. I can't deny that sex still rules my mind lately, can you really blame me with three sexy males and one gorgeous female surrounding me? They always make me feel like a goddess...