It must be said that Elodie knew exactly how to find a man’s pressure points.
Seeing Julian Vance shake his head, Elodie looked as though she might have pounced on him and taken a chunk out of his shoulder if her mouth hadn't been stuffed with a croissant. To her, this man was the pinnacle of exasperation.
"If you have no intention of coming with me, Julian, why do you insist on asking about my plans?" she muffled through the pastry.
In truth, Julian felt a profound sense of gratitude toward the girl. Elodie was like a chaotic angel sent from the heavens to navigate him through the labyrinth of the De Molay household. Earlier that evening, while they walked along the Rue de Rivoli, they had passed the very "dead drop"—a loose brick in a soot-stained wall—that Julian used to communicate
