Chapter 14

That night, Dylan reported that Winona was staying at a small but charming lakeside inn. Caleb found out her room number and waited outside her door, from dusk until the streets fell silent. Finally, footsteps and laughter echoed down the hallway. It was Winona, still with the same model he had seen earlier that day. They seemed to be enjoying each other's company. The man wore an easy, charming smile. He leaned down to whisper something in her ear, and she laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder. Then, just as the man tilted his head, clearly about to brush a kiss against her forehead, Caleb snapped. The anger, frustration, and unfamiliar burn of jealousy he had been suppressing all day had finally erupted. He stepped out of the shadows, seized Winona's wrist, and yanked her toward him with such force she stumbled into his chest. At the same time, his eyes turned cold as he glared at the model. In fluent Euravian, he warned, "Stay away from her. Otherwise, I can't promise you'll