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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
  49. 2
  50. 3
  51. 4
  52. 5
  53. 6
  54. 7
  55. 8
  56. 9
  57. 10
  58. 11
  59. PART FIVE
  60. 1
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  62. 3
  63. 4
  64. 5
  65. 6
  66. 7
  67. PART SIX
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  71. 4
  72. 5
  73. 6
  74. 7
  75. 8
  76. 9
  77. 10
  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

Guil shook his head. ‘Not with so little preparation time. Our best chance is when he’s being transported to the guillotine. We must apprehend him en route. We’ve done it before, but we will be down to three people,’ he added, gesturing to his bandages.

‘I could make a distraction, give you time to get him.’

‘No,’ Cam cut in. ‘Not you. You’re staying here. Safe.’

‘I want to help.’

‘I’m not risking you. Not now. James and I will do it. We only need two people.’

Olympe flushed but didn’t back down. ‘You’re being stupid. I have these abilities – the least I could do is use them to help. I think I could fight, if I had to.’

‘Like hell you will. I said no. You’re staying out of it.’

‘Because you’re going to hand me over in exchange for Ada?’

‘No. Never. Because I can’t have all this be for nothing. Please, Olympe. I need you to be safe.’ Camille’s voice broke. ‘One of us has to be safe.’

A purple flush swirled across her cheeks, and hesitantly, Olympe reached to take Camille’s hand.

‘All right. I’m sorry. I understand. Do what you have to do.’

Camille took a slow, deep breath, willing the catch in her chest to ease. Her hands were trembling, so she knotted her fingers together to still them.

‘Al is relying on us. Ada is relying on us. We have twelve hours.’

She looked up at them, at her Bataillon des Morts, old and new. The future was in their hands now.

‘Time to make them count.’

7

Rue Barbette

22 Prairial Year II

Another day had crawled past, and Ada was still trapped. She paced in front of the window, watching the outside world like a starving man staring through a bakery window. Ever since she’d found out about Al, she’d been unable to rest. This was her fault. She should have told Camille what was going on. She should have made Al take more care not to get caught.