Gothikana

The girl should never have come to Verenmore.  

They saw as she roamed the castle in her gown and loose hair holding a candle aloft, like a ghostly apparition haunting the spaces between the walls. They saw as she went into the woods alone in the morning. And they had let her be.

But those purple eyes saw entirely too much, much more than they could reveal.

She was too daring, too curious for her own good. Those two together in one odd girl were a dangerous combination. She’d been far away from anything concerning them until now. Now, she could stumble upon something, uncover secrets buried deep, unravel everything they had worked so hard for.

They had to keep her away.

It was time for the diversion.