CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

Caleb flew through the night, determined to rush back to Caitlin’s side. He hated himself. He didn’t understand how he could have been so stupid, so naïve. So easily misled.

Worse, he had left Caitlin for nothing. He had ruined their moment, the very time he was about to propose, the very peak of their love, to run off for an illusion. For a false belief that his son was still alive.

He would never forgive Sera for what she’d done. For ruining his life—again.

But more importantly, he would never forgive himself for being so stupid. He should have listened to Caitlin, and stayed put.

As he flew, Caleb closed his eyes, and the image passed through it again: he recalled his arriving back at his castle, and the sinking feeling of finding it empty. Caitlin gone. He had run through empty room after empty room, and had finally realized that she had left him.

Ever since then, he had combed the skies, had looked for her everywhere. Now he was combing Paris, block by block.

As he did, he r