CAROLINE
Hidden in the shadows, Ethan and I prepared to strike. A day had passed since the terrifying c*****e that had been the banquet in which Multon had declared the beginning of hostilities against Malcolm. At the end of it all, when all the girls had been mauled, their remains reduced to little more than mincemeat, Multon had turned the one he had kept for himself, Shirley, into his queen.
The following day the two of them had gone off to a nearby cottage to consummate their marriage, and we had taken the opportunity to explore, cloaked in Ethan's shadows, the huge bedroom that had been reserved for the vampire king. The dagger, as we'd expected, was not there - Multon, I knew, never parted with it. Once we'd finished, we'd stolen some food from the kitchens and hid in the castle d
