Marie thought she recognized one of the men from her attack on the street. The character of Marguerite the Spy snapped into place like a favorite jacket, and she surveyed their attackers through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Really, gentlemen, is all this drama necessary?” she asked.
Iris hid a surprised laugh behind one glove, and Marie caught Radcliffe giving her a look of almost clinical measurement, but the one she was most concerned about was Johann. She could handle the situation if he would stay quiet, but she knew that would be a challenge for him. She laid a finger on his arm and found his muscles tight and ready for action.
“You wouldn’t come with us up top, so we had to find you down here. Nice of you to walk right into our temporary home.”
Marie glanced around. That explains why they
