

I followed her into the inner sanctum. My eyes adjusted to the dark and by the ambient blue glow I could make out the moss green cushions of a chaise longue. She guided me toward it and then pulled back the black velvet curtains to reveal floating shelves crowded with silver candlesticks, each holding a wax candle. Her hand found mine and I felt her slip something cold and metallic into it. I looked down to discover a vintage Zippo with the image of a skull, its features worn smooth with use. “Light them,” she ordered. And of course, I did what she told me to do. A sizzling hot wax set with @michellemasque will be coming out this weekend!