Chapter Eleven
Cassandra waited by the river dock, her horse shifting restlessly under her. Julian had said in his note to meet him here, but now he was late.
He had never been late before.
She wasn’t certain she liked this area of Calcutta. It was unusually quiet, or perhaps it was just the time of day. Even her groom’s presence nearby couldn’t sooth her nerves.
The sun was just beginning to set, even though it was just after six. She supposed everyone had gone home to their evening meal. Even the usual foot traffic along the streets was lighter, with only a few coolies out running errands for their employers.
“Forgive me, Miss Renwick,” Julian’s smooth baritone startled her. He was standing right next to her horse, holding its bridle. How had she not seen him approach?
“Oh! Mr. Ri
