taking in the sight of thousands of New Yorkers and tourists. She took a moment to just enjoy being with Ranjit, and not being in a hurry to go anywhere. ‘It’s like a dance. How can this many people never bump into each other?’
‘I never thought of it that way. You’re right, it is pretty amazing. What else can we do here? Do you want to take a look at the shopping concourse?’
‘Ha! I get enough of that with Isabella!’ Cassie chuckled, over the whistle of a train about to depart.
‘I confess, that’s a relief.’
Letting go of Ranjit’s hand, Cassie backed away and looked upwards, craning her neck. ‘Who’d believe a railway station could be this entertaining?’
‘Well, you know, they nearly demolished— CASSIE!’
Out of nowhere, a figure was sprinting towards the departing train, shouldering Cassie violently aside. Taken completely by surprise, she stumbled sideways with a cry of shock.
She was aware of a train pulling in, of the deafening noise of it as she teetered on the edge of the platform, and the high shriek of what might have been a whistle or a terrified onlooker. Her arms flailed wildly in the air as she fell towards the track.
Then Ranjit snatched hold of her, his iron grasp dragging her desperately back to safety. As he clutched her wrist and finally pulled her clear, she felt the rush of wind in her hair from the train, the solid platform under her feet, and the tight grip of Ranjit’s arms.
‘It’s fine. She’s fine. Thanks.’ Pale with shock, he waved away a few concerned commuters, and in seconds they were left alone, the crowds once more sweeping past. Cassie could feel his muscles trembling beneath his coat.
‘Thanks, Sir Galahad.’ Her voice shook.
‘Jeez, that was close.’ Ranjit held her tighter. ‘Who was that idiot?’
‘Dunno. Bloody New Yorkers. Late for a meeting, I guess.’ Cassie managed to choke out a laugh.
The train the figure had caught was pulling away. Ranjit gave it a last glare, then hugged Cassie again. ‘Are you sure you’re OK?’
‘Yeah. Honestly.’ She shivered, and he pulled her coat tighter around her.
‘Know what? I think we’ve had enough sightseeing for today.’
‘I agree. Railway stations, eh? Entertaining, but dangerous too.’ She smiled shakily. ‘Let’s go back.’
CHAPTER NINE
C assie didn’t sleep well that night. Every time she began to drop off, she’d feel the rush of the train, hear the shriek of its whistle. And in the uneasy half-dreams, there were no hands to seize her and pull her away – instead she reached out, pulling Ranjit down with her. In the dreams, she just kept on falling, falling, Estelle’s voice ringing in her ears …
Yet again, she started awake, breathing hard. It was still night outside, but she fumbled for her watch and peered at it in the faint city glow. She groaned. Feeling hopelessly sleep-deprived, she swung her legs out of bed for fear of falling back into a doze. That would be just typical.
‘Time to get up. Hey, partner. Wakey, wakey.’
Isabella snored on until Cassie pummelled her awake, and then she tried to burrow back under the covers. ‘Cassie, no …’
‘Cassie, yes. Get up, girl. We have to go and see Sir Alric, remember?’
‘Tomorrow. It can wait till tomorrow …’
‘It is tomorrow, Isabella!’
Finally, Cassie resorted to the tried and tested trick of pulling her roommate out of bed by the ankles. Isabella only woke properly when she thudded to the floor. Cross and bleary, she blinked up at Cassie through her tangled mane, then shoved it out of her eyes.
‘Oh, yes. Of course. Sorry. We have an appointment, don’t we?’
By the time they were both dressed and heading for Sir Alric’s office, Isabella irritatingly seemed almost as bright and breezy as always. If she was feeling tense, she covered it well. It was Cassie who felt heavy with tiredness and brimming with nerves.
As she raised a fist to knock on his door, it opened. Cassie recognised
Owen R. O'Neill, Jordan Leah Hunter