“It’s a start. We have to be very quiet, and we cannot be caught, do you understand?” “I’m not usually the spy type,” I said hesitantly. “I’m more of the brawling type, the hit-first-and-ask-questions-later type.” “You underestimate yourself, darling,” he said. “You’ve been sly enough during your time here. You can do this.” He was already halfway into the black corridor, his body bathed in veils of darkness, his pale features sharper than ever and his eyes glittering. He stretched out one bone-white hand to me. “Are you coming?”
