Rain poured relentlessly over Blackthorn Castle.

Lightning split the night sky, illuminating the towering walls before darkness swallowed them once more.

Seraphina stared at the mysterious letter in her hands.

If you want to live, come alone to the Moon Garden at midnight.

It could be a trap.

But it could also be the only chance to learn who had murdered the seven brides.

She made up her mind.

"I'm going."

Mira gasped.

"My Lady, you can't! What if they're waiting to kill you?"

"They already want me dead," Seraphina replied softly. "If I hide in this room forever, nothing will change."

Before Mira could stop her, Seraphina wrapped herself...