was real y him, that they were real y here. Together. That he knew who she was.
That he remembered her. That he’d found her.
She wondered again if she had truly awakened from a dream, if she were not stil sleeping.
But as she stood there, and squeezed his hand tighter, she knew that she was truly awake. She had never felt so overjoyed. She had been running for so long, had come back in time, al these centuries, al this way, just to be with him. Just to make sure he was alive again. When he hadn’t remembered her, in Italy, it had crushed her to the depths.
But now that he was here, and alive, and remembered her
—and now that he was al hers, single, without Sera around
—her heart swel ed with new emotion, and with new hope.
She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that it could al work out so perfectly, that it could al actual y really work.
She was so overwhelmed, she didn’t even know where to begin, or what to say.
Before she could speak, he began.
“Paris,” he said, turning to her with a smile. “There are certainly worse places we could be together.”
She smiled back.
“My whole life long, I’d always wanted to see it,” she answered.
With someone I love, she wanted to add, but stopped herself. It felt like it had been so long since she’d been by Caleb’s side, she actual y found herself feeling nervous again. In some ways, it felt like she had been with him forever—longer than forever—but in other ways, it felt like she was meeting him again for the first time.
He reached out his hand, palm up.
“Would you see it with me?” he asked.
She reached out and placed her hand into his.
“It’s a long walk back down,” she said, looking down at the steep hil , leading al the way down, for miles, and sloping into Paris.
“I was thinking of something a bit more scenic,” he answered. “Flying.”
She rol ed back her shoulder blades, trying to feel if her wings were working. She felt so rejuvenated, so restored from that drink, from the white blood—but she stil wasn’t sure she was able to fly. And she didn’t feel ready to leap off a mountain in the hope that her wings would take.
“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” she said.
He looked at her, and understood.
“Fly with me,” he said, then added, with a smile, “just like the old days.”
She smiled, came up behind him, and held onto his back and shoulders. His muscular body felt so good in her arms.
He suddenly leapt into the air, so fast, that she barely had time to hang on tight.
Before she knew it, they were flying, she holding onto his back, looking down, resting her head on his shoulder blade.
She felt that familiar thril in her stomach, as they plummeted, coming down low, close to the city, in the sunrise. It was breathtaking.
But none of it was as breathtaking as her being in his arms again, holding him, just being together. She had barely been with him an hour, and already she was praying that they would never be apart again.
*
The Paris that they flew over, the Paris of 1789, was in so many ways similar to the pictures of Paris she’d seen in the 21st century. She recognized so many of the buildings, the churches, the steeples, the monuments. Despite its being hundreds of years old, it looked almost exactly like the same city of the 21st century. Like Venice and Florence, so little had changed in just a few hundred years.
But in other ways, it was very different. It was not nearly as built up. Although some roads were paved with cobblestone, stil others were dirt. It was not nearly as condensed, and in between buildings there were stil clumps of trees, almost like a city built into an encroaching forest. Instead of cars, there were horses, carriages, people walking in the dirt, or pushing carts. Everything was slower, more relaxed.
Caleb dove lower, until they were flying feet above the tops of the buildings. As they cleared the last of them, suddenly, the sky opened, and spread out before them was the Seine River, cutting right through the middle of the city. It glowed yel ow in the early morning light, and it took her breath away.
Caleb dove low, flying above it, and she marveled at the beauty of the city, at how romantic it was. They flew over the smal island, the Ile