Sleepwalking may be the death of me... again. I thought things would get better now that I no longer had assassins after my head. Although it's fun eating people who misgender me, I'm just so thirsty all the time. And until I improve, I'm barred from seeing Jack, my were-jackal boyfriend. My babysitter, I mean 'vampire mentor, ' isn't much help either. As if things weren't bad enough,...