She nearly screamed with fright when two blue eyes glittered back at her. “She’s awake, Pippa,” the little girl announced happily, running over to the woman that stood young on the other side of the room. Memories of her other life here in London flooded back to her. She gasped, placing her hand over her amulet. It was warm against her skin, but it wasn’t glowing. Isabella sat up groggily, and watched the little girl as she ran over to the young woman that stood near the bay window. She turned around at her younger sister’s announcement, and let out a pleased exclamation. “Oh, Isabella,” she cried, running to her and hugging her tightly. “We’ve missed you so. What those monsters must have done to you, you poor dear.” “Pippa?” she murmured, staring in fixed confusion at her slightly younger cousin. “Well, don’t you recognize me?” she said, dismayed at the prospect.
