Rain drummed ceaselessly on the coach roof, much as it had on the journey to here. Not that Cass felt any better now than then, especially given the fact the blinds had already been rolled down, so she couldn't see a thing of her surroundings.
"Pourquoi ne font pas vous me bandez les yeux? Ce serait plus simple," she muttered as the coach door opened. Not especially graciously. Was it any wonder? Colonel Caruthers had kept her here-wherever here was-under lock and key for four months now.
The French she'd learned and the geography, the codes, and the ciphers. It was all very interesting if she was meaning to learn these things. She wasn't. And, fancy not being able to escape, even if there was nothing to escape for. Owned? It made her time with Devorlane Hawley seem rosy by comparison. D
