Laurent put on his own cloak, and then he took Gansey's hand.
Leading him from the lair, Laurent moved quickly through the underbelly of the theater. He glanced back at Gansey from time to time, making sure that he was still following and inclined to be obedient.
They rose layer by layer through the opera house, using back passageways and ladders, behind the stage and above it, to the base of the grand chandelier, and then up farther onto the roof. Laurent checked every hallway before entering it, and only relaxed once he was certain the roof was empty.
"You'll be quiet?" he murmured, the first words he'd spoken since he had left the lair below.
The roof of the opera was as ornate as the rest, decorated with angels and demons, cornices and curlicues, and above them, the stars. The lights of Paris splayed out before them, a spiderweb of gold light against the darkness, and the heaven above was threaded with diamonds. The night--Laurent's night--was filled with light.
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Leading him from the lair, Laurent moved quickly through the underbelly of the theater. He glanced back at Gansey from time to time, making sure that he was still following and inclined to be obedient.
They rose layer by layer through the opera house, using back passageways and ladders, behind the stage and above it, to the base of the grand chandelier, and then up farther onto the roof. Laurent checked every hallway before entering it, and only relaxed once he was certain the roof was empty.
"You'll be quiet?" he murmured, the first words he'd spoken since he had left the lair below.
The roof of the opera was as ornate as the rest, decorated with angels and demons, cornices and curlicues, and above them, the stars. The lights of Paris splayed out before them, a spiderweb of gold light against the darkness, and the heaven above was threaded with diamonds. The night--Laurent's night--was filled with light.