Jin's a Djinn slinging gin in a dive of a bar. Sort of hiding in plain sight. She was next in line to the Djinn throne when something bad happened.Ok, by something happened I mean my parents happened and by bad I mean horrific.My very own Ward and June Cleaver, my mom and pop were Djinn. Bad Djinn.The kind that slaughtered monarchs and decimated entire castes of their own kind.Dramatic right? Ok, listen, I need to pause to mention Patty, I promised I would so there you go, all mentioned. Happy buddy?Alright so, then there's me, (or moi if you're French). Mason Tonic. Up until recently I was a middle aged retail manager.Now, well, I'm still middle aged but as it turns out I'm Djinn too. What sucks is, I'm the only one capable of stopping my parents. Ok, I'm gonna stop there. I know you're curious so quit dawdling and buy the book already, I promise you'll get a kick out of it. Besides, it's not like they let me keep my job at the market.