Dinner with the Demon Queen and her family was not on my list of things to do tonight or ever, for that matter. But here I was, standing awkwardly in the grand dining hall of their castle, feeling like a mouse dropped into a den of lions.
When Riley had appeared at the castle doors, all sunshine and warmth, and asked, "Care to join us for dinner?" I had been seconds away from mumbling a polite refusal and bolting.
But before I could, she looped her arm through mine and led me inside with a cheerful, "Nonsense, you must stay! You've come all this way."
So here I was, trapped at a long, ornate dining table covered in what had to be the most pretentious spread I'd ever seen in my life.