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Chapters (86)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Contents
  7. Paris, June 1794
  8. PART ONE
  9. 1
  10. 2
  11. 3
  12. 4
  13. 5
  14. 6
  15. 7
  16. PART TWO
  17. 1
  18. 2
  19. 3
  20. 4
  21. 5
  22. 6
  23. 7
  24. 8
  25. 9
  26. 10
  27. 11
  28. 12
  29. PART THREE
  30. 1
  31. 2
  32. 3
  33. 4
  34. 5
  35. 6
  36. 7
  37. 8
  38. 9
  39. 10
  40. 11
  41. 12
  42. 13
  43. 14
  44. 15
  45. 16
  46. 17
  47. PART FOUR
  48. 1
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  50. 3
  51. 4
  52. 5
  53. 6
  54. 7
  55. 8
  56. 9
  57. 10
  58. 11
  59. PART FIVE
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  63. 4
  64. 5
  65. 6
  66. 7
  67. PART SIX
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  73. 6
  74. 7
  75. 8
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  78. 11
  79. 12
  80. 13
  81. 14
  82. Postscript
  83. A Ship in Le Havre Port
  84. Acknowledgements
  85. About the Author
  86. About Zephyr

Ada shrugged. ‘I can’t say, but it wouldn’t be hard to guess.’

Camille fell silent for a moment. ‘We need to take you out of their hands – out of everyone’s hands but your own.’

‘All that’s going to do is make them more determined to hurt us. To eliminate us,’ said Al.

Camille shrugged. ‘We can deal with them.’

‘Really? Because I’m not so sure we can. Look what happened at the theatre.’

She drew herself up, squaring her shoulders. ‘We’re trying to do the right thing. This isn’t just a job. We’re standing up for Olympe’s right to choose her own future. What happened at the theatre is exactly why we have to keep fighting. The Royalists are planning to hurt people to get their king back – terror, that’s what Dorval said. They want Olympe for god knows what reason, but we can very safely say their intentions are not good. The same goes for Comtois and the other side. They want to hurt people. We’re not going to let them.’

‘What’s to say we don’t end up being the ones hurting people?’ asked Olympe quietly.

Camille swallowed. ‘We won’t. I swear it. I won’t let something like that happen again. I can make this right – we can make this right.’

‘Do you even have a plan?’ asked Ada.

Camille didn’t blink. Then she started to smile, a curling cat-like thing that lit her face with a dark light.

Al narrowed his eyes. ‘What’s that expression? I don’t like it.’

‘We need to get the Revolutionaries and Royalists off our case. We can only hope Dorval didn’t make it out of the theatre alive, but even then that leaves us with too many people breathing down our necks. We can’t do anything for Olympe like that.’

‘As you said. But how do we do that?’ asked Al. ‘You can’t politely request the government and royal family leave you alone for a bit.’

‘Oh, I don’t intend to be polite. They both want her, don’t they? So let’s make each think the other has her. Set up one drop, bring both of them to it and accuse the other of having snatched her already.’

Ada made a hmph noise, and looked out of the window, the dim candlelight showing the rosy warmth in her brown skin. Camille so desperately wanted to reach out and touch her hand, pull her into her arms.

James cleared his throat. ‘It’s not the worst plan I’ve heard. You said the deadline to give Olympe to the Revolutionaries was the twentieth of – Prairial, is it? Am I getting the new months right?’

Al nodded. ‘On the Festival of the Supreme Being, of all days.’