7 The scream wasn’t from the dark past, however, but came from downstairs. My eyes widened and I whipped my head up to Caius. “Isabel!” Caius swept me into his arms and raced down the hall. He didn’t slow down as we neared the balcony, but opened his wings and jumped over the banister. I clung to his neck as we glided past the stairs and dropped in front of the trophy room doors. He set me down and together we flung them open. Isabel stood before one of the large windows that looked out on the grounds. The glass opened outward, and she leaned over the sill and peered into the darkness. At our coming she spun around and her face was slightly off color. “What happened?” I asked her as we approached the pale woman. “And where’s that Albert guy?” Caius added. She pointed at the wi