CAROLINE
That castle was neither the official nor the main residence of my family, so the throne room was nothing like the one in the Night Shade castle, where Malcolm usually received his guests as king. Still, with its twenty-five meters of length and fifteen of width, its immense vaulted, painted ceiling, the marble, carved columns and colorful windows, it was breathtaking.
When we were little, Josie and I used to call it the Rainbow Room, because of the thousand colours that danced on the white marble floor when the sunset hit those windows.
Probably, however, in less than an hour, there'd be no one left to call it like that. My sister was already dead, and ... well, the chances of me joining her in the Underworld were pretty high.
High, but not certain, I thought, wearing a smi
