Dinner at th demon queen castle

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.