Jade reached for the phone.
Aria turned it face-down on her knee before Jade's fingers got there.
"Give it to me," Jade said. "I have to answer. If I answer, maybe she'll—"
"She'll what?"
Jade opened her mouth. Nothing came out.
"She wants us to answer," Aria said. "That's why she sent it. She wants to know it worked."
"It did work."
"She doesn't get to know that."
Jade pressed both hands over her mouth and turned to the window. Her shoulders shook once, then went still.
Damien held out his hand. Aria gave him the phone. He read the message without any change in his face and handed it back. Then he made one call.
"Rue Saint-Honoré. Both ends of the street. Ten minutes."
He hung up.
"She knows we're in Paris," Aria said.
"She wants you looking over your shoulder."
Aria looked down at the phone in her lap. Paris is lovely in October.
'She needs him alive,' she thought. 'He's the only thing she has to trade.'
She held on to that.
