Villanelle is driving at breakneck speed, weaving in and out of traffic like she is competing in the Grand Prix, and still manages to find a gap in her attention to complain.

"I really think you should have let me cut out her tongue."

Eve casts a look at Villanelle, while clutching the armrest on the door for dear life. "This is the thing you want to talk about? Now?"

Villanelle frowns at her, then honks the horn, swerving around a lorry. "What else do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, our imminent deaths by high speed collision, maybe? Just as a general suggestion."

Villanelle rolls her eyes. "You are so dramatic."

"Says the person who was begging me to remove someone's tongue two minutes ago."

"Always you have to bring up the things I've told you in the past, Eve. It's not very fair. How are we supposed to begin our relationship if you're always bringing up old stuff?"

Her jaw drops indignantly before she catches Villanelle's slight smirk. "You're trying to distract me."

She watches, fascinated, as Villanelle's smirk widens into a quick grin. "Did it work?"

"Well, now I'm worrying about dying and also about Carolyn, so I suppose we can say you helped." Eve says wryly.

Villanelle slows the car. Infinitesimally. "If her daughter is caught up in the Twelve, then Carolyn might be in it. And if Carolyn is in it, Eve, we'll need to run. Far, and fast."

"Carolyn's cold-blooded, but she's not that kind of shark."

Villanelle's hands tighten on the wheel. "Are you sure?"

Eve observes this, tilts her head at Villanelle. "Do you know something?"

Villanelle's mouth tightens. "Just something Konstantin said once. I gave him truth serum in his wine, just as a joke, and asked him about MI6." She glances at Eve. "Before I met you."

Eve frowns, momentarily distracted. "Would you ever give me truth serum?"

Villanelle shrugs. "If I couldn't seduce the truth out of you, yes."

Eve blinks. "Okay, we're definitely going to come back to that. What did he say about Carolyn?"

"He said that she has two faces. He said that you could go years and she will only ever show you one face, but if you wrong her, there's always a day when you'll meet the second Carolyn."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know, but I think it's stupid to go and talk to her when we don't know what face it is we're getting."

Eve stares out the window, feels a headache coming on. "Okay. You're right. New plan."

Villanelle glances at her. "New plan?"

"We need to secure Geraldine."

"We don't know where she is."

Eve sighs, already regretting this conversation. "Actually, we do."

Villanelle frowns. "Where is she?"

An hour later, they are standing in front of a snazzy studio front in the heart of London. "I cannot believe that you and Geraldine do yoga together. This is really…"

"Jumping the shark?"

Villanelle looks askance at her. "Why would you jump a shark unless it attacked you first?"

Eve shakes her head. "Never mind." She keeps her gaze on the studio. "She said it would be good for mindfulness. For getting over-" She clears her throat. "For working through issues."

Villanelle is watching her with that look that says she's reading too much into things. "You really missed me, huh?"

Eve scowls at her. "No."

"You did. You always look at me like you want to strangle me when you're lying."

She stares at Villanelle, trying to make it threatening. "I do not."

"You do. And you look very fetching in your yoga outfit. Seriously."

She looks down at her plain t-shirt and leggings, rapidly sourced from a retailer on the way here. "Shut up, Villanelle."

Villanelle just leans in close, traces a finger along the neckline of the t-shirt, leaving a line of heat along her skin. "Are you going to wear this on our date? How will I stop myself from swooning?"

"Just be out the back in ten." She stomps into the studio, leaving Villanelle grinning on the sidewalk.

Inside, she spots Geraldine in the corner. "Oh, hi!"

Geraldine taps the space beside her. "Hi! I didn't think you were coming."

"Well, I wasn't going to, I was feeling a little queasy this morning."

Geraldine gives her arm a sympathetic pat. "You poor thing. I have some ginger tea in my bag that will help with that, remind me to give it to you after class."

Eve watches her eyes. "Thank you. You're always so sweet."

Geraldine shrugs, hooks her hair behind her ear. "Oh, I have my moments."

She grins, too wide. "Same."

Ten minutes later, she fakes an attack of nausea, asks Geraldine to help her outside for some fresh air.

As they step outside, Geraldine spots Villanelle leaning nonchalantly against a pillar near the door, and freezes, with Eve just behind her. "I know who you are."

Villanelle nods thoughtfully. "I'm sure you do. But do we know who you are?" She takes a step forward, and when Geraldine opens her mouth to scream, Eve clamps chloroform over her nose.

They look at Geraldine lying slumped on the group, then at each other.

"Now what?" Villanelle asks.

Geraldine looks peaceful. The thought crosses Eve's mind that people in search of peace often have good reason to be looking for it.

"Now we see why the hell she's on a list of bad guys."