“It’s me.” Elise’s voice rang through the house. “Me and only me.”

Jack slowly stood and Cate’s heart stopped pounding as she walked out to see Elise, her ashen-white face sending shivers through Cate.

“What happened? Did you find her?” she asked.

Elise’s eyes looked too big for her face, her cheeks hollow and the color completely drained from her skin.

“She’s gone,” Elise said. “Adelaide has disappeared. There’s no sign of her.”

Cate pulled Elise down on to the small sofa with her, forcing a smile, knowing that Elise was the one who needed help now, more than any of them. This was about family; this was about the one person in the world Elise had left.

“She’s not gone,” Cate said, trying to sound upbeat. “Adelaide had a job to do, and wherever she is, whatever she’s done, it’s because she’s doing what we agreed on.”

But Elise’s face told another story. “She should have alerted us by now,” Elise said. “She’s not following the plan.”

“If she’d betrayed us, we’d know it. They’d have stormed the house,” Jack said.

“Betrayed us?” Cate almost tripped over her own tongue trying to get the words out. “Adelaide is no traitor.”

“But what if she has told him? What if she went to him and something went wrong? How far did you look for her?” Harry asked. “We need to get out of here. I’m not letting that bastard slaughter anyone in this room, not on my watch, not with a boat waiting for us. We have to go.”

“I agree, we leave now,” Elise said, her voice too even, too static.

“Elise,” Cate whispered. “We can’t just leave Addy. She’s your sister, and she’s—”

“Harry’s right, we have to leave. I’ve looked everywhere for her, but bar walking into the German camp and demanding if she’s there, there’s nothing else I can do.”

“But your plan,” Cate murmured. “You wanted her to be safe, you wanted her on that boat.”

“Wait, Adelaide was coming back to England with us?” Jack asked.

Cate nodded. “She was. Elise made a bargain to keep her safe.”

“What exactly did you bargain, Elise?” Harry asked, standing over her. “What the hell did you bargain?”

“Myself,” Elise said. “I bargained myself, to the resistance, to fight for France.”

“Christ,” Harry swore, starting to pace again, his hand angrily tugging through his hair. “I thought . . .” His voice trailed off, and Cate wondered what he had intended to say.