The ticking of the mantelshelf clock hammered in Cass's brain. While she wanted to think calm--calm wasn't how she felt right now. Not when it had taken Ruby less than a minute to demolish that in the carriage. Still she was here, wasn't she?
"Yes." She flexed her fingers.
Devorlane Hawley was right. Colonel Caruthers was neither goat, nor coot. He was perhaps in his early forties, which made him an unusual choice of comrade for Lord Koorecroft, and he wasn't unhandsome, with his neatly waved hair and chestnut moustache. If you liked that sort. She didn't. Especially when 'I see,' were not the preferred words she wanted to hear right now.
Just when she least needed it to, her mind drifted to that moment, the instant on the pavement outside Mistress Fan's, as Devorlane Hawley made to ste
