Ava breathed a sigh of relief when they were finally back on the streets of Paris again -- the ones above ground. She hadn’t realized how completely crushed she’d felt inside those catacombs. She tried not to think about what had happened--she couldn’t think about that now. She wasn’t sure if it had even -- well, the timepiece was gone, wasn’t it? It had worked. She’d killed Lisette. Or...maimed her?
Ava felt sick to her stomach. “Are my friends hungry?” Cece asked in her deceptively sweet Parisian accent. “There is a lovely bistro along the way.” The sun was setting, and Ava noticed with irritation how Abe stared at Cece’s deep red hair in the golden light.
Abe turned to Ava eyebrows raised, but she just glared back. “We’re not going anywhere until you take us to Allie.” Cece rolled her eyes, but continued on their walk. “Abe, grab her arm, will you?” The last thing they needed was Cece deciding she didn’t need the watch after all and taking off on her own.
An older man stepped in front of them to block their path. He smoked a pipe, which somehow had a menacing effect, and smiled at them in a way that made Ava nervous. “I think a bistro sounds lovely, Celine,” he said, and offered her his elbow.