Until Midnight — Erin Bedford

They call them the Crimson Fold. High up in their castle they look down on my little world and wield a silent control. That is, until the invitations are sent out.I never dreamed I'd be selected. They tell me it's a privilege. I should be honored. But the fear in their eyes doesn't lie. If I refuse to go, my family will be shunned. If I go, my life and my body will no longer be mine. It'll be theirs. At midnight it will be over. At Midnight I'll be his. The Hunger Games meets Cinderella. This fairy tale has no happy endings only dark beginnings.