CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The biplane landed roughly in a field near Caitlin’s grandmother’s house, Caitlin spending the whole two-hour flight gazing anxiously out the window. At one point, she thought she had seen shapes on the horizon—Immortalists chasing them—but these had just turned out to be the silhouettes of birds on the horizon. There had also been a fierce storm raging in the distance behind them, and a strange glowing light that had made Caitlin’s stomach twist and turn. She had ignored all her worries and tried to focus on what was to come. As the wheels of the plane touched down and it taxied to a halt, Caleb looked over at his wife. “What are you thinking?” he said. “Nothing,” Caitlin said distantly. “I’m just thinking.” “About Scarlet?” Caitlin nodded and chewed her lip. “I fe