Кейт Куинн – The Huntress (страница 2)

Chapter 15: Nina

Chapter 16: Jordan

Chapter 17: Ian

Chapter 18: Nina

Chapter 19: Jordan

Chapter 20: Ian

Part II

Chapter 21: Nina

Chapter 22: Jordan

Chapter 23: Ian

Chapter 24: Nina

Chapter 25: Jordan

Chapter 26: Ian

Chapter 27: Nina

Chapter 28: Jordan

Chapter 29: Ian

Chapter 30: Nina

Chapter 31: Jordan

Chapter 32: Ian

Chapter 33: Jordan

Chapter 34: Nina

Chapter 35: Ian

Chapter 36: Jordan

Chapter 37: Ian

Chapter 38: Nina

Chapter 39: Jordan

Chapter 40: Ian

Chapter 41: Nina

Chapter 42: Jordan

Chapter 43: Ian

Chapter 44: Nina

Chapter 45: Jordan

Chapter 46: Ian

Chapter 47: Jordan

Chapter 48: Ian

Part III

Chapter 49: Jordan

Chapter 50: Ian

Chapter 51: Jordan

Chapter 52: Ian

Chapter 53: Nina

Chapter 54: Ian

Chapter 55: Jordan

Chapter 56: Nina

Chapter 57: Ian

Chapter 58: Jordan

Chapter 59: Ian

Epilogue: Nina

Author’s Note

Reading Group Questions

Further Reading

About the Author

Also by Kate Quinn

About the Publisher

Prologue

Autumn 1945

Altaussee, Austria

She was not used to being hunted.

The lake stretched slate blue, glittering. The woman gazed over it, hands lying loose in her lap. A folded newspaper sat beside her on the bench. The headlines all trumpeted arrests, deaths, forthcoming trials. The trials would be held in Nuremberg, it seemed. She had never been to Nuremberg, but she knew the men who would be tried there. Some she knew by name only, others had touched champagne flutes to hers in friendship. They were all doomed. Crimes against peace. Crimes against humanity. War crimes.

By what law? she wanted to scream, beating her fists against the injustice of it. By what right? But the war was over, and the victors had won the right to decide what was a crime and what was not. What was humanity, and what was not.

It was humanity, she thought, what I did. It was mercy. But the victors would never accept that. They would pass judgment at Nuremberg and forever after, decreeing what acts committed in a lawful past would put a man’s head in a noose.

Or a woman’s.

She touched her own throat.

Run, she thought. If they find you, if they realize what you’ve done, they will lay a rope around your neck.

But where was there to go in this world that had taken everything she loved? This world of hunting wolves. She used to be the hunter, and now she was the prey.