Chapter 275: We Make Our Own Luck
(SASHA)
Our talk last night about escaping fate has led me to want to try the one thing I swore I wouldn’t when I came to Venice: a gondola ride. It’s not that I have anything against gondolas...except that I do.
I also have an ulterior motive, though I haven’t told Tyler yet. I wanted to think my plan through a little more, decide how much I’m willing to risk simply to get close to Magda.
How much danger I’m willing to allow Tyler to be in for the sake of the Family.
Miles supplied several potential opportunities to contact Magda, and I always had a backup plan in mind should our attempt at the opera fail. Tonight, there’s a masquerade ball that Magda will be attending, and a masquerade ball suggests several possibilities. But the particular plan I’m contemplating means Tyler being very involved, and I worry that my protective instincts toward him might take over in the heat of the moment.
"I’m not sure how this is helping," Tyler says, as we glide along the Grand Canal on a private gondola. I checked the gondolier carefully, picking randomly from the new arrivals at the dock. The more random, the better, as far as I’m concerned.
"It’s helping," I say.
Tyler shuffles carefully out of my arms to look over the side of the boat, leaning his chin on his crossed arms. He turns his head to look at the Rialto Bridge coming up, its smooth, pale arc shining in the morning sun. "Venice is just gorgeous," he sighs.
"Not as gorgeous as you."