Chapter 17“He did what?” Horrified, Katerina clapped her hand to her face.
“He's sent her away,” Christopher explained, leaning wearily against the wall of Devin's parlor, just inside the front door. His wife approached him, and he wrapped his arms around her.
“No,” Devin interrupted, “you don't understand. He's part-owner of several brothels in Bombay and across India. He's sent her to one of them.” Pronouncing the words made him feel ill, and he had to swallow back bile several times to prevent himself from retching.
“Oh, dear Lord,” Julia sank onto the sofa. “Oh, Devin, I'm so sorry. Whatever will you do?”
“The only thing I can do,” he replied grimly. “I'm going after her. Maybe I can catch up with them, get her back before…” his throat closed in a gag. “But… but it doesn't matter.”
