"Constance," d'Artagnan said, apologetic that he'd thought of duty first before her. He looked between Aramis and Constance, his hand resting on the handle of the door. "The Queen is no longer an occupant of the hotel. She's back to Paris, permanently."

Constance, perhaps out of all of them, knew best the danger that represented while the rest of them were absented here in the Nexus.