She didn’t know how she was going to get Evgeni to France again in this condition. But that was a problem for tomorrow. Today’s was just as big. She had to arrange the meeting with Zivon herself and get that photograph from him. And if he wouldn’t give it willingly . . .

Levering her eyes open, she stared at her beloved’s profile. He’d never forgive her if she hurt his brother. He would leave her. She’d be alone again, as she’d thought she wanted to be, but which now sounded like the worst punishment in the world.

So, for Evgeni’s sake, she would spare Zivon. But there was another way to force his hand. When she’d been watching him before they gave the information to the press, she’d seen him with a girl. A girl he looked at in the same way that Evgeni looked at her, a smile always in the eyes they shared.

She hadn’t mentioned her to Zhenya. He would object to that too, saying they couldn’t take another sweetheart from Zivon, that it would destroy him. But if all went well, she wouldn’t have to actually hurt the redhead. She just had to convince him she would. That should be all the incentive he needed to hand over the photo and let them slip away.

Now. She needed to get up now and go to find him. She even pushed herself all the way to her feet before her stomach rolled and the few bites she’d managed to eat for lunch heaved their way upward.

She took off for the water closet they shared with two other rooms, a hand clamped to her mouth.

Later. She’d find him later. When she could convince her stomach to stop rebelling.

SATURDAY, 3 AUGUST 1918

Zivon stretched his legs to their full stride, modulated his breathing, and tried to memorize the way the early morning sunlight streamed over the buildings, through the trees, and into the park. Tried to see it as Lily would. To imagine the way she’d stop here, or perhaps there, and find a branch or bird or cloud to capture in her frame.

He’d not seen her since that day at the OB—by his choice. Her father had stopped by a few days ago to assure him he could come to visit, but he had informed the captain that he’d do no such thing. Being near him right now meant danger. And there was nothing in this world that could convince him to put her in such a position.