Cass dropped the lace edge of the bedroom curtain as if it burned her. "Right on cue."
"Whot?"
"Devorlane flaming Hawley. Here already. I knew he wasn't going to let this go."
"Yer are jokin'," Ruby thundered across the wooden floorboards. "Show me."
"There." Cass slipped closer to the mullioned window in order to stare down. The tangled shrubbery, the scene of last night's unfortunate debacle, glared back. It wasn't alone. The morning was overcast, patches of mist in the air, but even at this distance the gleam in his emerald gaze, like jewels on a foggy night, was obvious. "The bastard."
"'Least he ain't got the soddin' law wif him. Unless Miss Snotter-nose has joined the Runners."
True. But he also had Cass's muff and cloak and was holding them up, in his dove-gray coat and tight
