THIRTY-FIVE
"You can't go dancing tonight," Bianca insisted for what felt like the hundredth time. Her head had started to ache again, but this was too important to wait. When they listened to her, then she could ask the kitchen for some more willow tea to ease the pain.
"Of course we can, and we will," Brenna said smoothly. "Don't be silly. Tonight is too important to miss. Tonight, we shall be free." Her face glowed. "Do you think I should wear the white or the pink?" She held up both gowns.
Bianca shuddered. White bones and pink silk, as the raven princes pecked at a b****y corpse that had once been a man. "Neither. Don't you see? They will kill us and strip the flesh from our bones!"
"Who will?" Melania asked.
"The cursed princes, of course! By night, they look like handsome me
