Lennith could hear Lisa's voice still. Lisa, so laughing and gay. Lisa, her dearest friend. Lisa, who had urged Lennith Forrester to come to the luxurious mansion of Hillhouse. Lisa, who was in her grave when Lennith arrived. Lennith could not believe what they said about Lisa. Lisa was too vital, too alive, to have died by her own hand as they claimed. Then, by the chill light of the moon, Lennith saw Lisa again—but not the Lisa she thought she knew. For now Lisa seemed all that was evil, and Lennith was caught in her spell...