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Everyone at Mystic Falls High knows Cléo “Sin” Sinclair. The eighteen-year-old international student from France is impossible not to know—wealthy, gothic, sharp-tongued, captain of the cheer squad, and apparently human. Stefan hears a heartbeat. Bonnie senses no magic. Damon looks into her eyes, compels her, and walks away convinced it worked. It didn’t. Because Cléo Sinclair was never born in Lyon. Her real name cannot be spoken on Earth. Her existence appears in no scripture, grimoire, prophecy or supernatural legend. Hell has known and loved its princess since long before the first vampire drew breath, and occasionally her father still sends her names of souls awaiting judgment. Satan’s daughter came to Mystic Falls for one reason: she wanted to know what it felt like to be human. To make friends. Go to parties. Fall in love. Get her heart broken. Live a life where nobody bows when she enters the room. Unfortunately, Mystic Falls has never been particularly good at letting anyone live normally. The Salvatores think she’s hiding something. The Mikaelsons will eventually learn there are things older than immortality. And Sin? She already knows every secret they’ve ever tried to bury. They just don’t know hers.