Chapter Excerpts:

THE LAST SIEGE

Emily had no idea whether her feet were high enough, whether they were out of sight. She imagined them peeping out at the back of the bright, white hearth, bathed in a circular spotlight. She wished, fervently, that her boots had been painted white for camouflage, instead of being dark brown with a hint of red. Above all, she wished she had never come back to the castle -- never seen it in the first place. Whose stupid idea had it been to come back today?

Hers. She had no one else to blame.