![]() “Now, a few ground rules, darling,” Magdalena said. I wanted him to look at me again, and I remained staring at him until Magdalena slid a cup of steaming tea to me, leaves swirling in the water. Booker remained, looming in the doorway, gaze sliding above our heads to cross the room. ![]() I skirted over to the table and took a seat as Magdalena took the tea service from the butler and served us both. “Here’s our man with the tea,” Magdalena said, and I jumped away from the door, not having realized Booker was waiting behind me to enter. Scented smoke billowed out of a gold canister, and instead of curtains, the windows were covered with handwritten letters. There were books on the shelves, but old ones with crumbling spines. There was a round table in the center, with four chairs around it, and a glass globe sitting in the center on a bright gold stand. Strands of bones hung from a lamp, and from the rafters hung hooks with dangling herbs. Where I had been expecting a proper office, with a desk and books and papers, instead there was a nest of unusual objects. ![]() Magdalena opened the door, and inside was one of the strangest rooms I had ever seen. ![]() We arrived at a room at the end of the corridor. ![]()
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