Her Cruel Empire (The Devil’s Plaything #1)

Robin

I watch Eva’s car leaving the castle and winding down the road to the village as long as I can before I lose sight of it in the forest. After that, I shower, and then, when anxious thoughts of home get too much, I spend most of the morning wandering around the castle, drawn back to the rooms filled with artefacts that suggest the long and bloody history of Eva’s family.

I find no clues to tell me anything more about her, however.

When I get back to my room, I stop dead and stare at the mountain of packages piled up in one corner, and the clothing bags spread across the chaise longue in the corner of the bedroom.