We're nephilim. We're screwed. Words to live by for Special Agent Garrick Hamilton. Not that life as a nephilim was terrible. But it was hard. The trouble began with the Choir who had no understanding and even less tolerance of their half blood offspring, but plenty of rules for them to follow. Then there was the need to keep their secret from the normals, which meant hiding their gifts. And of course there was always the pain of coming from broken homes and broken parents. Still he'd made a life for himself. He used his gift to help him hunt down serial killers. He had a house and a career. He had a future. Then one day the Choir came to him with a teenage girl to escort to the Westlord Academy. A nephilim connected to the world's most notorious bank robber. And from that moment on his life turned to hell. The kid was a nightmare. The Choir were unhappy with him. And people were trying to kill him. But then he was a nephilim. He had always been screwed.