Caitlin woke gently, slowly opening her eyes, feeling completely rested and relaxed. It was the first night in as long as she could remember in which she hadn’t dreamt of her father—in fact, in which she hadn’t dreamt at all. It was also the first time night in as long as she could remember in which she hadn’t been awakened abruptly, when she was able to sleep as long as she would like.Caitlin woke to sunlight streaming in through the windows on all sides of her, and to the sound, through the open windows, of crashing waves. She could smell the fresh ocean pouring through the room.She looked over and realized she was sleeping with her head resting on Caleb’s chest. They were both undressed, under the covers, and she was sleeping in his arms.She looked up, and saw that his eyes were closed, and he was still fast asleep.For the first time in as long as she could remember, Caitlin felt completely at ease. Here, in this place, in this time, in Caleb’s arms, she felt that nothing co
Kyle strutted right down the middle of a wide, cobblestone boulevard, late at night, cutting through the center of Paris. He felt relatively satisfied, having just come from the red light district, and having fed on several more prostitutes. He could still feel their blood swirling through his veins, and slowly, he was beginning to feel himself again.He hated time travel. Hated it. And he hated Caitlin for making him do this. He thought of all the fun he was missing back in New York, of the raging war—his war—and fumed at her. He fantasized of all the ways he would exact revenge upon her. Gradually, his spirits began to lift.Kyle turned down alleyway after alleyway, keeping an eye open for any more victims, but finding the streets empty. It was nearly daybreak, and it seemed most people had gone to sleep. He had already drank his fill. If he killed any more victims at this point, it would just be for pure recreation.Kyle thought back, through thousands of years, when he and his f
Caleb stood at the entrance of his castle, watching Caitlin fly away, completely baffled. He could not understand why she had left so abruptly, or what he had done wrong. He thought the night before had gone so well, and she had seemed so happy to be there. Why her sudden change of mind? He racked his brain, trying to think what it might be.Maybe she blames me, Caleb thought, for having to come back in time for me. For losing our child of the 21st century. If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have had to come back, she would be safe and sound in the 21st century, with everyone she knew, with everything that was familiar, with that child.Or maybe, he thought, she was still blaming him for turning her. She had asked him, she had begged him, to turn her, and he had urged her not to. But he had relented. Did she resent him for that? For a life stuck in immortality? Or maybe she just doesn’t love me anymore, Caleb thought, at least not like she used to. Maybe she loved the idea of me, b
As Sam walked with Kendra down the marble, gilded halls of Versailles, he was having a hard time concentrating. After the two of them had met, and Polly had rushed off, they had been left alone. Kendra hadn’t said anything else to him, but she had looked at him in such a way, that he felt she was beckoning him to stay with her.So when she had turned, without a word, and had begun to slowly walk away, he felt like he should accompany her. He hurried to catch up, and had been walking beside her ever since. She hadn’t looked surprised that he had done so, and she had not asked him to leave. At the same time, she had not explicitly invited him, either.She was a confusing person, hard to read. Sam marveled at how this woman—if he could even call her that at 17—already had such an effect upon him. After being transfixed by her eyes, a light, mysterious aqua blue, he had fallen hard, and had a hard time thinking of anything else. It was as if she’d had a power to transfix him.And yet, h
Caitlin sat there, her heart pounding, as Caleb sat across from her, reading the scroll with concern on his face.She couldn’t believe it. It had been such a magical moment, one of the peak moments of their relationship, and she had felt that she and Caleb were on the brink of getting so much closer. And then that stupid bird had to appear, out of nowhere, diving down like a messenger of death.Whatever the letter had to say, she couldn’t stand the suspense anymore. Her heart now pounded, not with love and excitement, but with fear and dread.With love, it had been signed. That could only mean one thing. It was from Sera. Who else would sign it that way?Caitlin’s body shook with anger. Always, at every turn, Sera somehow managed to be a thorn in her side.“Well?” Caitlin finally asked, with more anger in her voice than she would have liked. But she couldn’t stand waiting anymore.Caleb finally looked up, a mix of concern and sorrow across his face.“It is from Sera,” Caleb said
Kyle stood opposite Napoleon in the small side chamber of the Pantheon. After his dramatic entrance, Kyle had marched Napoleon off, fuming like a chided schoolboy, surrounded by a dozen of his closest followers. Napoleon’s men had wanted to come inside, but Kyle had ordered them to wait outside. They looked to Napoleon for approval, and he grudgingly lowered his gaze and nodded, clearly embarrassed he was no longer the one giving orders.One of them wouldn’t budge, though, so Kyle walked up to him, picked him up, and threw him with such force that he went flying through the air, out the door, and into the hallway.“Wait outside,” he said to the others.They abruptly turned, and hurried out, leaving just Kyle and Napoleon facing each other in the small chamber. “You needn’t always be so dramatic,” Napoleon fumed. “I would have followed you here if you had only asked. You needn’t order around my people.”“Your people?” Kyle asked. “The only reason you are in power is because of m
As Caitlin walked through the fields, heading back alone to Caleb’s castle, she felt the world falling out from under her. She was in a daze, barely paying attention to where she was going. She barely glanced at the sea, barely heard the crashing of the waves, barely noticed that Ruth skipped alongside her, craving attention. Caitlin was oblivious to it all. Once again, she had let her guard down, had been ready for love, and had let Caleb back in. Once again, her heart had been broken.She was so mad at herself. How many times would she allow herself to become vulnerable, only to be crushed again? When would she ever learn her lesson?And how had it all fallen apart so quickly?Caitlin wondered why her life could never just be normal. She felt as if she were always ascending to the highest peaks, only to be brought down to the lowest depths. All she wanted was a normal life, a steady relationship, a place to call home. And she had thought she’d finally found it. This place had seem
Polly had been unable to stop thinking about Sergei. It felt like a drug had been injected into her veins. No matter what she did—walked, slept, ate, trained—the thought of him was always with her. His dark, Russian features; the sound of his voice; his translucent skin, his sharp features; and his incredible, hypnotic singing voice. She had never met anyone remotely like him.She also couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had treated her. He had been so brazen, so arrogant. No boy had ever treated her like that before. What was it about him? What made him feel so entitled? Why had she allowed him to treat her that way? And more importantly, when he had, why hadn’t she just walked away?She couldn’t understand it. Logically, she should hate him. Yet, for some crazy reason she couldn’t understand, she couldn’t stop thinking of him.Polly strode down the hall at a quick pace. She had chosen her finest dress, a lightweight, light blue, with a white lace trim, elaborate white collars,