The interior of the mansion far exceeded what the facade had suggested. High vaulted ceilings, corridors stretching in every direction, empty rooms still charged with the history of their former owner, a fallen baron whose name had already been erased from every memory in the Underground.
"So," Dahlia said, a floor plan of the building unfolded in her hands, walking through the grand hall while the rest of the group followed, curious, touching the walls, the stair railings, exclaiming at every new room they discovered. "I've made a first layout. The east wing for Blacklist, the west wing for Baby-Boom, and the main floor for…"
"For me," Nash finished, a half-smile on his lips.
"Obviously," Dahlia sighed, unsurprised.
"Objection," Nia called out, raising her hand. "I formally protest against any form of segregation between the two wings."
"Approved," Kai added immediately.
