Lady Asher stood at the window, the pale light of the moon showed her lips compressed and her eyes like steel. It highlighted the hardness of her face, the lines of her age were visible. It was impossible to deceive her – her eyes – black and shiny as polished stone contained only evil.

Castilla sat down quietly next to her being prepared for an attack from her grandmother others; her eyes battling with resolve and annoyance. Her hands became balls of anger, and the feeling travelled ...