She was surprised to track Antonin back to the same holiday cottage he'd been in when she spent those enjoyable two nights with him. Wasn't it unsafe for him to be in the same places for long? He was operating outside of the norm, rubbing elbows with the scum of the Resistance. Every day he was in danger. For what, she was still not sure. Her husband, just like Rodolphus, was playing a game she didn't know all of the rules to. It was exhausting.