Caleb wasn’t sure how long he sat on the floor of his room, breathing in Vanessa’s scent. It could have been just minutes or hours. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew he had to get up, move, and make a plan. He was not helping Vanessa by wallowing in self-pity and despair. He tried to comfort himself in the fact that he knew she was alive. Maxin would not have gone through all this trouble just to kill her, and both James and Kirshinov had mentioned he needed her alive.
Finally putting himself together enough to stand up, Caleb tried to think of his next course of action. He had no idea where they took Vanessa. He could not just run after her blindly. He needed a plan and he needed help. Scrubbing his face with his hands, he decided to mindlink Helene and find out where the he
