I wanted to see Wraithwood with my own eyes, everything I’d only ever read about. For so many years, trapped in the gilded cage of Redbriar Manor, I’d longed to escape to its ancient halls and night-blooming gardens, libraries and bell towers. I wanted to see. But I couldn’t. Because I was lying bound and gagged in the enchanted trunk in the back seat, stacked under the suitcases.
