Where was she? There was sunlight on her face. She’d had terrible dreams that seemed to grasp at her and try to suck her back under – dreams of drowning, in a dark passage surrounded by nothing but bones … ‘Bianca! You’re awake!’ She blinked, and everything swam into focus. She was in her own b...
‘Your Highness!’ Duchess Catriona stood in the doorway, her hands planted on her hips. Behind her, Secretary Franco and Archbishop di Sarvos loomed, glaring at Bianca as if she was a street urchin who’d been caught sitting on the throne. Their glares were so alike they could’ve been brothers, exc...