CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

Caitlin and Caleb flew out of the ceiling of the Notre Dame, and into the night air. They flew together over the small Ile de la Cite. As they did, Caitlin was wracking her brain, trying to think where to go next, where that key might lead. She kept thinking of the letter, kept turning her father’s words over and over in her head.

Don’t forget: the island is a big place.

It had bothered ever since she’d read it. The island is a big place. The island is a big place.

Was there somewhere else on the island, she suddenly wondered, that could hold the final key? Some place close to the Notre Dame?

Her adversaries—Kyle, Sergei and Kendra—had managed to infiltrate her coven, and had discovered to meet her in the Notre Dame. But no one else had seen the second half of that letter. And no one else realized that it led to something else. To one final clue. One final place. Everyone else thought the Notre Dame was the final destination, Caitlin realized. But it wasn’t.

“Where now?” Caleb ask