KAELON’S POV
Paris.
It was almost midnight when I landed, but the city didn’t feel asleep. Lights blinked like stars in the wrong place, taxis honked like they were having arguments with the universe, and I... I was just a man racing against the fear of being too late.
I dialed her number the second my feet hit the ground. It rang once, then went straight to voicemail. I redialed, again and again, hoping each time she’d pick up. She didn’t. Her silence echoed louder than the jet engines behind me.
I didn’t wait. I rang my security team in Paris. I should have done that before I touched down.
"Find her," I barked into the phone to Elias, my head of security immediately he picked. "I want to know where she’s staying, what name she checked in with, if she changed her hair or her damn per
