by Morgan Rice
Pol y had always sensed that Kendra had some sort of sinister agenda. For years, she’d been trying to get every vampire in her coven to turn her. Of course, it was forbidden, and no one would oblige her. But now, she could tel , she’d set her sights on Sam. Fresh blood had arrived, and she was determined to try again. Pol y shivered, not liking the idea of what could happen to Sam if Kendra was determined.
Yes, this was certainly an unusual day for her. Her mind swarmed with emotions as she marched down the hal , and she realized she was already late. The new singer everyone had been talking about was giving a private concert for Marie and her entourage. The singer had been here for weeks, and al the other girls were going on about not only his voice, but his looks. She was eager to get a glimpse of him for herself. Pol y had been looking forward to this, and now she was doubly annoyed that she’d come in at the tail end of it.
That was the problem with this place, she thought, as she marched down yet another corridor. It was just too big. It was impossible to get anywhere on time.
Pol y stepped up her pace, and final y reached the end of another corridor, and two guards opened the immense double doors for her. She walked right through, and as they closed behind her, she was immediately embarrassed.
The entire room turned and looked at her; as the singer continued his performance, she realized she’d interrupted the concert. Her face reddened, as she sank to the back of the room, taking a seat among her friends.
Everyone turned back slowly, and as they did, she settled in, and realized the concert was almost over.
She looked up, and watched, and as she caught the first glimpse of the singer’s face, she was shocked. He was even more gorgeous than everyone had said. He had dark features, with dark eyes and dark, wavy hair. His face was perfectly chiseled. He was so regal y dressed, from head to toe, in a black velvet coat, with white stockings, and shiny black shoes. He stood in the center of the smal stage, and looked so confident, so in control. He looked like he might be…Russian.
But even more than that: his voice was mesmerizing. As he sang, Pol y was transfixed. She was completely riveted, helpless to do anything but listen, helpless to look anywhere else.
Pol y was lost in a daze as the singing ended, stil staring, stil hearing his final notes, while everyone else got up, clapping, and approached him. The entire room crowded around him, and he stood there, smiling, basking in the attention.
Pol y slowly made her way through the crowd. She could see the adoration of al the other girls, and she stepped up herself and took a look.
He turned and looked at her, fixing his eyes on her. He seemed to look at her with a bit of disdain, with a brazen, arrogant look, as if to say suggest that she should look up to him.
“I…enjoyed your concert,” Pol y said, realizing she was nervous.
“Of course you did,” he said. “Why wouldn’t you?”
The other girls giggled, and Pol y thought his comment was somewhat rude. Stil , she couldn’t bring herself to look away.
“Wel , if you’re just going to stare like that, you might as wel tel me your name,” he said.
Pol y stammered, caught off guard. No one had ever talked to her like that before. Part of her told her she should just walk away; but another part just couldn’t bring herself to.
“Pol y,” she said breathlessly.
“Pol y,” he mimicked back, with a giggle. “Like a bird.”
Pol y reddened, as the other girls giggled. She did not know whether she was in love with this man, or hated him.
How could he be so arrogant?
“Wel , Pol y,” he said, with a faint accent, “I’l have you know my name.”
He slowly held out his hand, which was pale and soft, like a girl’s.
“Sergei,” he announced proudly, as if she should be thril ed to know it.
She took her hand in his, staring, unable to look away.
“Sergei,” she repeated, breathlessly.
And despite herself, despite the fact that he suddenly turned away and talked to the other girls, despite every red flag that screamed for her to walk away, she knew that she was already, hopelessly, in love.
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER NINE
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 al . 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 al sides of her, and to the sound, through the open windows, of crashing waves. She could smel 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 stil 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 could ever go wrong.
She wanted to freeze the moment, to hold onto it. Final y, it felt like there was nothing threatening on the horizon, nothing looming that could make life change.
Caitlin looked around the room, and glanced at the silver case with her father’s letter inside, stil unopened. As she looked at it, she had a moment of worry: she felt that if she opened it, if she read it, it would lead her somewhere, and things would change. She looked away from it, more determined than ever not to open it.
She got up from bed and walked across the room, her bare feet nice and cool on the stone, and took the bejeweled case, and hid it behind a drape. She didn’t want to look at it. She didn’t want anything to change. She was determined for nothing to change.
Caitlin slowly got dressed, putting on the new clothes that the nun had given her. She had washed them the night before in the stream, and had hung them out to dry on the edge of a gargoyle outside her window. She was surprised by how fast they had dried, how fresh they had become, as she put them back on. She felt ready to face the day.
Caitlin had to figure out what to do to replace her wardrobe.
Now that she was final y settled—
and in an enormous castle with endless closet space—she was sure she could figure something out.
If need be, she would take up sewing, knitting—whatever was necessary. With al the sheep everywhere, she was sure there had to be a local farmer who sold some kind of clothing. It wouldn’t be 21st century fashion, but then again, that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to blend in, to become a part of this time, this place, these people. More than anything, she just wanted to live here, to make this her home. Whatever they wore, she would be happy to wear, too.
Caitlin opened the huge double glass doors, and stepped out onto the patio. The sun-baked stone felt nice on her feet, and she lifted her chin and felt herself being warmed by the sun. The nun had given her fresh skin wraps, and fresh drops for her eyes, and the sun didn’t bother her at al .
On the contrary, it felt good.
She walked to the edge of the banister, placed her hands on it, and gazed out at the horizon. She was caressed by the ocean breezes as she looked out at the endless blue sky, past the rol ing hil s, and saw the waves crashing in the distance. The beach was completely empty. This seemed to be such a remote place, she wondered if anyone ever came to the beach.
“There you are,” came the voice.
Caitlin turned, and was delighted to see Caleb up, already dressed, heading towards her.
He walked right up to her, a huge smile on his face, and she broke into a smile, too. She took two steps towards him, and they met in a long kiss, fol owed by a hug.
It felt so good to be in his arms, especial y first thing in the morning.
Slowly, the
y pul ed back and looked into each other’s eyes.
“I dreamt of you,” he said.
“Good dreams, I hope.”
He smiled wider. “Of course.”
She was curious what he’d dreamt, but he didn’t offer any more, and she didn’t want to pry.
That was the thing about Caleb: he could sometimes mysteriously fal into silence, and it was sometimes hard to read his thoughts. Of course, they both had the power to read each other’s thoughts, but she also noticed that, paradoxical y, when they were at their closest, it became harder to hear what each other was thinking. It was almost as if the more in love they were, the more that their power was obscured the power. As if certain things were meant to be kept hidden.
She desperately wanted to know everything he was thinking now, but again, she found his thoughts obscured.
She took his hand, and they walked together to the balcony, looking out.
“I love it here,” she said. “I’m already thinking of al the ways we can fix it up.”
As she spoke the words, she noticed the smile on his face drop, ever so slightly. It was a subtle change of expression, but she was close to enough to him now that she could see it. She also felt the grip of his hand loosen, just the slightest bit. She couldn’t read his mind, but as a woman, she could sense the slightest pul ing away.
Why? she wondered.
“That would be great,” he said.
But there was something in the tone of his voice, some subtle thing she detected, that told her that something was bothering him. That he was troubled by something.
Was she imagining it?
What had gone wrong? she wondered. Is he changing his mind about us?
She stared at him, looking into his eyes, which looked off at the horizon, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
“Are you happy to be back here?” she asked, gently prying.
“Yes, very much,” he answered.
She wanted to say: Then why do I see sadness behind your eyes? Is it me? Do you not love me as much as you thought?
But she was too scared to say it. And she didn’t want to push him away.
So instead, Caitlin fel silent. But she felt her heart slowly beginning to break.
She thought back on their relationship, of al the places they’d been. New York City. Boston.
Edgartown. Venice. Rome. They had always been on the run; there had never been time for them just to be quiet, to be together. To enjoy themselves as a couple.
Now, that time had come. Maybe now that there were no more obstacles, that there was nothing between them, it was not as exciting for him. Maybe he was scared by being so close. Maybe the only thing that had made him love her, she worried, had been the circumstances, the fact that they could not be together.
Maybe now that they were together, he didn’t know what to do.
And was Caleb real y the type of man that could live a domestic life, not on the run, not heading into battle?
Content to just sit there and make a home and live in it?
She started to worry. Maybe he wasn’t. After al , look at how he had lived his life for the last thousand years. How could he possibly change al that now? Just for her?
Or, Caitlin wondered, was her mind just playing tricks on her? Was she just imagining the whole thing? Was she blowing it al out of proportion? Was she just being too sensitive, looking into things that weren’t there? After al , he did say it would be great. Had he real y meant it?
Caitlin knew she had to get the bottom of this. She couldn’t live a lie. If for some reason he wasn’t interested in her, she had to know. She had to.
She felt herself slowly shaking, as she geared up to ask.
“Caleb,” she began softly, her throat going dry, her voice trembling, “Is everything okay?”
He looked at her, as if puzzled.
“You seem…sad,” she said. “Like you’re not entirely happy.”
“I…” he began, then trailed off. He stopped himself, and sighed deeply. “I am very happy to be with you.”
That was al he could say. And it sounded forced to her.
“Would you excuse me for just one moment?” he asked politely.
Caitlin nodded back, too upset to speak.
And with those few words, he turned and walked off the patio, and was soon out of sight.
Where had he gone? Why had he suddenly left?
Caitlin had no idea, but it confirmed her suspicions. He couldn’t just stand there, with her, and enjoy the view.
Something was going on inside him. Something strong enough to make him want to walk away.
Caitlin slowly felt her world shattering.
What could it possibly be?
Then it dawned on her. Sera. The last time Caitlin had seen him, he’d been married to her.
Maybe it was stil fresh in his mind. Did he stil have feelings for her? Was he thinking of her right now? Did their sleeping together last night bring back his feelings for her?
That must be it, Caitlin realized. She couldn’t imagine any other explanation. Caleb must miss her. She was on his mind. Maybe he was gearing up to tel her that he had to leave, to go find Sera.
Caitlin couldn’t read his mind, but she was a woman after al . And like any other woman, she felt her heart beginning to break into a mil ion little pieces.
*
Caleb hurried off the balcony and through the rooms of his castle, overcome by emotion.
Despite himself, he couldn’t stop thinking about his son, Jade. He couldn’t stop flashing back to the image of holding his dead body in his arms.
As he walked quickly into the other room, he burst into tears. He couldn’t let Caitlin see him like this. He’d had to get away from her quickly.
He had loved Jade so much. The boy was just like him in so many ways, and had been growing not only into a fine warrior, but into a fine young man. Caleb had never imagined not spending a life without him in it.
Now, he felt the grief of it suddenly weighing on him heavily.
Once Jade had passed, Caleb had no regrets about coming back in time. On the contrary, he was thril ed to be away from Sera, whom he was never real y close with, and thril ed to be back with Caitlin. He was thril ed to have had a chance to save her in the Colosseum, and thril ed to be at her side now. In fact, it was the only thing that was keeping him going.
He been so caught up in the whirlwind of events, in finding her and bringing her to this place, that he’d not had a moment until now to real y feel the impact of Jade’s loss.
But now it came out of nowhere, when he least expected it, and it overwhelmed him. Which was why he’d left Caitlin’s side so quickly. It was her first day here, they had just had an amazing night together, and he wanted her to be happy.
He didn’t want to drag her down into his sadness.
Caleb walked from one room to the next, then went through a hidden door, leading to a narrow twisting staircase. He took it up, turning and twisting, heading up a smal circular turret to the third and highest floor of the castle. Here, at the top, was a smal sitting room, an open-air, stone gazebo, which he used to retreat to in times of worry. He sat on the ledge of the stone, in a wel -worn groove, and looked out at the ocean.
He reflected on his life. He was happy to be here, in this time and place. He was happy beyond belief to be with Caitlin again. He was racked by grief over Jade, but the more he sat, calmly listening, the more he felt that Jade was stil with him, even now. He knew that he could not travel forward in time, and he knew he could not see him again.
He realized, with resolve, that he just had to accept how things were now, and let him go. He breathed deeply, slowly starting to feel better.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he wanted to have another child. This time, with Caitlin. The child that they never had. He knew that it was impossible for two vampires to have a child. But maybe, just maybe, there was some way.
Ever since he’d seen her agai
n, he’d been trying to find a moment to tel her how much he cared for her. And to tel her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
He was about to raise the topic, in Paris, by the river, but he’d gotten nervous at the last second, and hadn’t been able to summon the courage to tel her.
But now that he was here, in this place, the timing felt right to him.
He searched the wal s of the stone gazebo, looking for the secret compartment that he remembered.
He ran his fingers along the stone, and eventual y he found it. He pushed the lever, and a smal crack opened in the stone. He pul ed it with his fingertips, and a stone loosened.
Caleb reached in, and found what he was looking for. He had placed it here, hundreds of years ago. It was a smal , silver box, encrusted with jewels.
Inside it, was his mother’s wedding ring.
She had given it to him once, and had told him to only give it to the one he truly loved, the one that he was sure he would be with forever. Being of his race, “forever” took on a whole new meaning.
Caleb had never given it to Sera, despite their marriage.
Somehow, something inside him had prevented him from doing so. Somehow, even then, he knew it was not a relationship that was meant to last.
But with Caitlin, things were different. He wanted her to have this ring. He was certain that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. And now, he felt ready.
It was time for him to propose.
Caleb slowly opened the box, hoping the ring was stil there.
It was. It was as magnificent as he remembered: a huge, six carat sapphire, perfectly cut, mounted on a band of sparkling rubies and diamonds.
He felt overwhelmed with emotion, as he thought of his mother, of Jade, and now, of Caitlin.
Of the family they might one day, some way, have together.
Now, he only hoped that she would say Yes.
*
Caitlin walked through the entire house again, looking everywhere for Caleb. She was baffled as to where he might have gone.