Scarlet survives on the harsh streets of medieval Amsterdam because she has learned to trust no one. Not the seductive but sadistic couple who hires her to care for a mysterious prisoner; not the man himself, despite his haunting beauty; not her senses when they tell her a monster prowls the castle she has come to call home; and she certainly cannot trust her own heart, which is slowly falling for the man in the tower. Because Scarlet knows too well, nothing is what it seems.