Lightning crashed down as she dashed through the conservatory, so close that the bolt and the thunder were simultaneous, casting bright light into the gallery. The busts on their pillars cast sharp-edged shadows on the floor for one instant. When the light was gone, one shadow remained, darker than the darkness around it. She took up her candle and tiptoed forward to get a better look. Her eyes widened as recognition set in. Who’s screaming? Juliet thought, before realizing, Oh, it’s me.
