{TYLER}
I think Sasha is as surprised as I am that he was actually capable of letting me be part of the plans tonight. But as we ascend the stairs, hand in hand, he leans down to my ear. "Well done, baby."
I squeeze his hand and press my shoulder into him, basking in his praise. "Same," I whisper back at him, and he gives a quiet snort of laughter.
One enemy down. One to go.
We are admitted into Magda's private room with no trouble, although I have to blink a few times to adjust my eyes to the candlelight within. The room is small and intimate, and Magda is draped across a divan, dressed in an intricate, corseted costume of black satin. As we enter, she is holding up to her face an ornate mask at the end of a silver wand.
