their conversation, everything she said.
“So, what about you?” he asked final y, without real y thinking in advance. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
He realized right away it was a mistake. He was too blunt, as always. He should have been more subtle.
She turned and stared right through him, looking appal ed.
“I beg your pardon?” she said. “You’re very forward. And rude.”
“Just asking,” he said quietly, feeling dejected.
“I don’t see what business that is of yours,” she added.
They continued to walk in silence, the tension increasingly awkward between them, and they final y came to another immaculate palace. Sam was confused. He had always thought that Versail es was just one palace. He hadn’t realize that there were several palaces on the property.
Each one seemed grander than the next.
As they reached the front door, several servants rushed to open the door for her. Sam returned her parasol, and she stopped, and faced him. He was surprised she had stopped; he had assumed that she didn’t like him, that he had messed up, and that she would just walk away.
She looked at him, and once again, her eyes struck him, held him in place as if hypnotized.
Sam felt his heart beat faster, as her eyes locked onto his.
He was certain this time that she was giving him a message.
“You’re different than the others,” she said quietly, out of earshot of the guards. “The others are ancient. They’ve been around forever. They’re more predictable. You’re younger. More naïve. That’s a good thing.”
Sam didn’t know what to say to that.
“Wel ,” he said, smiling, “I guess you’re not half bad yourself.”
Once again, his sarcasm fel flat. She stared back coldly, and he thought that he blew it for sure this time.
But suddenly, she added: “To answer your question: No. I don’t. But maybe, quite soon, I wil .”
Then, without another word, she turned and walked away.
Sam stood there staring after her, speechless.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Caitlin sat there, her heart pounding, as Caleb sat across from her, reading the scrol 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.
“Wel ?” Caitlin final y asked, with more anger in her voice than she would have liked. But she couldn’t stand waiting anymore.
Caleb final y looked up, a mix of concern and sorrow across his face.
“It is from Sera,” Caleb said. “It says that Jade is alive. That she has managed to resurrect him, and to bring him back in time. That he is here, now. That he wants to see me.”
Caitlin’s heart plummeted. She felt as if she’d been stabbed with a knife. She could see already, from the look on Caleb’s face, that an offer to see Jade was something he could not refuse. And that if she tried to get in the way, he would resent her forever, would always view her as the person who prevented him from seeing his son.
“How is that possible?” Caitlin asked. “How could she possibly resurrect him?”
Caleb looked down at the letter again, shaking his head, looking puzzled himself. “I don’t know,” he answered. “I real y don’t.”
He looked at her with sorrow and guilt.
“Caitlin,” he said, and she could hear the grief and longing in his voice. “I’m so sorry. I would never ever want to leave you. And I never would. But this is different. It is my son.”
Caitlin suddenly stood, overwhelmed with anger. Caleb stood, too.
“You have to understand,” he said, reaching out and grabbing her as she turned to walk away. He turned her to face him. “He is my son. And this is a chance for me to see him alive again. How can I walk away from that?”
“You love her,” Caitlin said. “You stil do.”
“No,” he insisted. “I promise you, I do not. This has nothing to do with Sera. It is only about Jade.”
Despite herself, Caitlin burst into tears.
“How