Wedded mere hours, Madeleine gazed up at the windows of the mansion, stained the color of blood by the dying sun. A Shiver passed over her, as though someone had stepped on her grave. Was it caused by longing for the ardent lover who"d wooed her, or fear of the distant husband he"d become? In the shifting moonshadows, she heard voices calling, an infant wailing, and knew not whether to flee for her life or offer up her heart. Penelope Neri proves again she is a genius at spinning a magical tale that will leave readers longing for more.