Chapter Seventeen
Between Lord Merrick and Mr. Corstairs, Cassandra could see Julian standing just inside the door. He was staring at her with a confused expression on his face. He clenched his strong jaw and his hands rolled themselves up into fists.
Cassandra blinked and shook her head. She had to be imagining this. Julian wasn’t here in London. He was in Calcutta. She looked at Lord Merrick, who suddenly was looking very concerned.
“Miss Renwick, are you all right?” He took hold of her elbow in case she should swoon. It was a good thing he did, because she was feeling remarkably light-headed all of a sudden.
“I…” she looked to him for support and a strong dose of reality. “Yes, I am fine. I am terribly sorry, Mr. Corstairs, did you say something?”
“Who is that?” Lord Bertram asked
