“You understand the terms?” he asked, tilting his head appraisingly. His face might be deceptively young, but his eyes weren’t. She met them. “A full pardon. And me. In exchange for your information.” “Now and after the war.” His eyes glittered as he said it. Helena didn’t let herself react. After years in the hospital, she’d learned to ignore her feelings and do her job. “Yes,” she said, without emotion. “I’m yours.”
