Caroline felt the cold, damp dirt beneath her hands and feet. Nausea engulfed her, and she felt herself shaking as she tried to focus on her breathing. Brief images of Eloise in the archives flashed before her, but they were too quick for her to process—like someone trying to ignite a flame that kept going out. The concerned voices of Nadine, Aldrick, and Fleur sounded far away, muffled, as though they were talking to her through water. Feeling hands under her arms, Caroline let herself be ...