Chapter 547
Katelina didn't have time to scream. One moment she saw the chandelier hurtling toward her, and the next she was on the stairs, held by one of the pale twins. Shards of crystal splintered through the air like missiles. She ducked, arms over her head.
Shocked silence fell. She lowered her hands and straightened. The chandelier lay in a heap of broken crystal, its rope coiled out like a giant snake, still attached to the half crushed ceiling medallion. Without its hundreds of glittering bulbs, the massive room was gloomy and painted in shadows.
"You are unhurt?" the twin asked, and she looked down at herself to check. Her arms were marked with tiny cuts, and crystal glittered in her hair. Otherwise she was fine.
The second twin materialized next to them, fast like Verchiel. "You're lucky we were here."
"Yes," his brother echoed. "Lucky."