One dark throne

Natalia Arron oversees her younger sister's move back to Greavesdrake with a critical eye. Genevieve was banished from the house for only a few months. If one were to judge by the endless line of trunks the footman carry through the front door, you would think she had been gone for years.

' It will be good to sleep in my own bed again ' Genevieve says. She inhales deeply. The air at Greavesdrake smells of oiled wood, and books, and savory, poisoned stew bubbling in the kitchen.

' Your bed in town is also your own, ' says Natalia. ' Do not act as it was a hardship. '

Natalia studies Genevieve from the corner of her eye. Genevieve's cheeks are rosy pink, and her lilac irises sparkle. Long, blond hair tumbles past her shoulder. People say she is the beautiful Arron sister. If they only knew what wicked thoughts whirledinsode that pretty head.

' Now that your home, ' says Natalia. ' Prove yourself useful. What is the council whispering? '