The Seven Other DwarvesIt was a dark and stormy night, which was why she missed the signpost at the crossroads in the depths of the old woods and ended up taking the other path through the trees.
The day had started so well: a picnic with a hunter whose muscle-tone resembled that of one of her father's stallions. She'd imagined several interesting scenarios, one or two of which had brought a distinct blush to her white face. But being knocked out and abandoned was certainly not one of them. Now, she shivered as the rain lashed into her face. She could damn well die out here. Which was presumably the plan all along.
Then she saw lights twinkling invitingly. Mysterious cottages in the depths of the woods were to be avoided, but she was past caring. Raindrops dripped from her nose and the c
