Chapter 152: What irony

Getting out wasn't that easy, since Nightingale's headquarters were still very much on lockdown. The guards at the main entrance were very determined that no one should go out without a permission. But being an arch-witch had its social benefits.

I had just stepped aside and one of the younger witches, the ones that looked at me like on the top girl of their high school, told me that there was a much less strictly guarded back entrance. She then even lead the way and convinced the besotted with her guard that "Diana was only going out for five minutes, whom would it hurt?". And all for a mere promise to pass a good word with her to Elena.

I found the girl's actions not exactly deserving praise, but since they benefited me… Her name was Yulya Rosova, I wrote that down and promised to myself to mention it if not to Elena, then to someone in the coven as soon as I will have an opportunity.