Rebeka glowered at her. “We’re on your side. Whether you want us to be or not. So try acting like it.”

Simone surveyed the room. Liam, his eyes cold and dangerous, even with his shoulder bandaged and his skin pale as wax. Daniel and Rebeka, solemn and stormy, a unified front. And Phillip and his stupid device, ready to take on the whole damned German army like it was just some experiment. A pity. She was starting to tolerate him.

“There is one problem, though,” Daniel said. “Sicarelli’s manuscript was moved to Wewelsburg for a reason. What if the Nazis know what it does?”

The room went silent for a moment as everyone turned to Liam. “Dr. Kreutzer,” he said, and the German siblings tensed. “He knows. He must know.”

“He was conducting experiments on people in Łódź,” Rebeka explained, looking at Phillip. “It’s exactly the sort of thing he would want.”

“So you would still need to get this book, regardless. To keep it from him,” Simone said.

Liam sighed. “If it isn’t already too late.”

“I’ll go.” Daniel stood. “I can get it. Destroy it, if I have to. You know I can.”

A look passed between Liam and Daniel that sent a phantom chill over Simone’s skin: familiar and painful, the press of an old bruise.

“Please don’t,” Liam whispered.

“If you’re going, then I am too,” Rebeka said.

“No,” said Daniel. “Stay with the partisan girl. Go back to Paris with them when they’re done—”

“Y’know,” Phillip said, “Wewelsburg’s on our list of resistance pockets to outfit.” He arched one eyebrow at Simone. “We can all go. Cause I don’t know about you, but this thing he can do?” He gestured toward Liam. “I don’t want the Nazis to have it, too.”

She was outnumbered. There was no shaking sense into any of them. And just as she’d begun this mission, she’d end it: only the warm wood and cold metal of her rifle to pin her to this world.

“Fine,” she said to Phillip. “Go play around in your shadow world all you like. Stay there, for all I care. But you ever feel like getting back to the task at hand—the one you were sent here to do—” Simone backed toward the door of the projection room, nearly tripping over film canisters. “Then you let me know.”

The first time they’d fought about resisting was Lyon.