5
Caius’ sharp voice shocked me out of my disappointment and quickened my pulse. My heart pounded in my ears as I lifted my gaze up to his face. His eyes glowed in the dark and his jaw was set in a tight frown. Caius’ head was twisted around and his attention lay on one of four windows that looked out on the courtyard. The windows were all paned glass and each pane was slightly foggy from their extreme age and a lack of a consistent cleaning. I craned my neck and looked over his shoulder. Something dark flitted past the window.
I jumped when a hand slid into mine and whipped my head back to find it was just my grandmother. She had a bright smile on her face even as my grandfather had an expression similar to that of Caius. His attention, too, lay on the suspect window. I tensed
