Shield, if it even exists, that it wil bring him back.
But we do know that if we don’t search, we can be together.
This is about us.
That’s what matters most to me.” She paused. “Is that what matters most to you?”
He looked off at the horizon, and nodded. But he didn’t look at her.
“Or do you only love me because I can help you find the Shield?” she asked.
She was shocked at herself, that she actual y had the courage to voice the question. It was a question that had been burning in her mind ever since she’d first met him.
Had he only loved her for where she could lead him? Or had he loved her for her ? Now, she had final y asked it.
Her heart pounded as she waited for the answer.
Final y, he turned and looked deeply into her eyes. He reached up, and slowly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
“I love you for you ,” he said. “And I always have. And if being with you means giving up the search for the Shield, then that is what I wil do. I want to be with you, too. I want to search, yes.
But you are much more important to me now.”
Caitlin smiled, feeling in her heart something she hadn’t felt in forever. A sense of peace, of stability. Nothing could stand in their way now.
He brushed the hair from her face, and broke into a smile.
“It’s funny,” he said, “I lived here once before. Centuries ago. Not in Paris, but in the country. It was a smal castle. I don’t know if it stil exists. But we can search.”
She smiled, and he suddenly hoisted her onto his back, and leapt into the air. Within moments, they were flying, high up above Paris, and heading into the country, to search for his home.
Their home.
Caitlin had never been so happy.
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER FIVE
Sam was having a hard time keeping up with Pol y as she walked. She talked so fast, and never seemed to stop, racing from one thought to the next. He was stil discombobulated from the time travel, from this new place
—he needed to process it al .
But they had been walking for nearly half an hour, he tripping over twigs as he fol owed her through the forest at her brisk pace, and she hadn’t stopped talking. He’d barely been able to get a word in. She went on and on about “the palace” and “the court” and about her coven members and an upcoming concert, and a man named Aiden. He had no idea what she was talking about, or why she’d been looking for him—or even where she was taking him. He was determined to get some answers.
“…of course, it’s not exactly a dance,” Pol y was saying,
“but stil , it’s going to be an amazing event—but I’m not quite sure what I’l wear. There are so many options, not enough for a formal event like this—”
“ Please !” Sam said final y, as she bounced along merrily through the forest, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I have questions for you. Please. I need answers.”
She final y stopped talking, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at him with something like wonder, as if she were total y oblivious to the fact that she’d been talking al the while.
“Al you need to do is ask!” she said happily. And then, before he could respond, she added, impatiently, “Wel ?
What is it?”
“You said you were sent to get me,” Sam said. “By who?”
“That’s an easy one,” she said, “Aiden.”
“Who’s that?” Sam asked.
She snickered, “My, you have a lot to learn, don’t you? He’s only been the mentor of our coven for thousands of years.
I’m not sure why he’s taken an interest in you, or why he’d send me on such a beautiful day tramping al the way through the forest to get you. The way I see it, you could have found your own way, eventual y. Not to mention, I had a thousand things to do today, including looking at this new dress and—”
“ Please ,” Sam said, trying to hold onto his thought before he lost again. “I real y appreciate your coming to get me and al , and I don’t want to be
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