Chapter III: The Lady Is A Tramp
I had no time to waste, my lack of pants be damned.
Magick is often unpredictable, and there was no way to know how long the passageway would stay open. What I did know was that Erik had gone through it, and that meant I was going to have to follow the motherfucker and beat my money out him tooth-by-god-damn-crooked-tooth.
I slung my pack over my back, scuttled up and over the railing, and shimmied down the pillar towards the magickal opening. Running as fast as I could in heels using the tips of my toes, I charged my way in.