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 ...