Angelica stared at the enormity of the dark castle. Not a single window was lit as if no one lived there. It had an eerie feeling to it and she understood why people called it the cursed castle.
The cursed castle where the cursed man lives. Where the beast hid. Where the monster preyed on women.
The monster?
Her brother couldn't have meant Lord Rayven. That was how people saw him. Not her brother. William had always been fond of Lord Rayven. He had no reason to call him a monster.
Whatever her brother meant, fate led her here. She had prayed to God to show her the way and if this was the way then she had to keep going and keep fighting. If she succeeded, Lord Rayven would be her sword and her shield.
She had nothing to lose. This was her last way out and this was the only man who didn't desire her. Now she was afraid of those who did more than of those who didn't.
