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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
  68. 1
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  70. 3
  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

Olympe had the good grace to look guilty. ‘I know. But I chose not to. And good thing I did – looks like you’re the one who needed help staying safe.’

Camille snorted. She was going to regret ever telling Olympe she should make her own choices. She let them prop her against the wall of the pit. James explained how Olympe had found him as he set off after Al’s tumbril – but had spotted Dorval frog-marching Camille away and realised something was terribly wrong.

‘And thank god we did spot you.’

‘I can handle myself. What about Al?’

‘There’s time, he was in one of the last tumbrils to leave.’

James hunkered down next to her, and gingerly lifted the edge of her shirt to see the knife wound along her ribs. He sucked in a breath.

‘Oh, lord, Cam, this isn’t good.’

‘You’re not wrong,’ she said, wincing.

Then she looked up at him and blinked.

Her pistol was in James’s hand, the muzzle pointing at her head.

James smiled at her regretfully, his blond hair tumbling into his eyes.

‘Oh, Cam. You do always trust the wrong people.’

10

The Crypt at the Saints-Innocents Safe House

Ada had lost no time picking the locks and escaping her father’s house, then walked out, head down and hurrying like any other servant. As soon as she was far enough away to avoid drawing attention, she ran, pelting alleys, until she reached the crypt. She was unwrapping oilcloth from her crossbow, when the door opened, wood scraping against stone.

She flattened against the wall. There was no other way out. Had someone followed her?

She watched a pair of soldier’s boots descend the stairs, and then a tall figure came into view, wearing a military bicorn hat above his brown skin and dark curls.

‘Guil!’ Ada leaped up.

A smile crinkled the corner of his eyes and he folded her in a brief hug.

‘What are you doing here?’ She looked down at his side. ‘Should you be out of bed?’

‘Perhaps not. Camille left me in charge of Olympe, but she bolted as soon as my back was turned – and anyway, I do not feel comfortable letting my battalion take on a fight alone.’

‘You didn’t need to take it so literally.’

She gestured to the uniform.

‘Ah. Only half-clean thing left.’

‘How did you know I’d be here?’

Guil gave a sheepish grin and scratched the back of his neck. ‘I didn’t, if I’m honest. I came for the same reason it looks like you did – weapons. We moved to the Cordeliers safe house but it’s bare bones there. How did you escape?’

‘They thought I was a stupid naive girl.’

Guil smiled. ‘Ah. Unfortunate.’