The courtyard was filled with the sounds of music and laughter. Lost in the euphoria that accompanied the night, Icarus for some minutes had forgotten he was keeping a close watch on someone. And the very moment he looked up to check if she was still on the dance floor, Rachael was gone.
A feeling of dread settled at the pit of his stomach as he stood up from the table and walked to the exact position where he saw her and Felix dancing a few minutes ago. He stopped and took a deep breath, using his eyes to scan over the large room for any sign of her.
"Where is she?" he thought. A feeling crossed his mind that she might be in danger, and each time he wasted would put her in a more perilous situation. Icarus took some minutes to search well around the room in case she might be discussing with another of his kind. But after a few more frantic searches, she was nowhere to be found.
She was missing. Rachael was probably in trouble.
