Irial's eyes flashed when he heard her words. "Don't put the blame on me, Caitlin," he hissed, his eyes burning again. "It's not my fault Gabriel couldn't tell you anything. He couldn't tell you anything, because he didn't know anything." He stepped forward, just one step.

"If I could have contacted you, I would," he snarled. "But it's kind of hard when you're kidnapped against your will, and starving to death in a cell made of iron." He didn't want to tell her what had happened to him like this, but it was the only way she could understand.

"Your depression was not my fault either," he said, his voice back down to its low, threatening tone. "I promised you I'd come back. No matter how long it took. I'm starting to think you didn't believe me." He swallowed back the lump in his throat and turned away.

"I don't know what do say, Caitlin. Everything I've done, I've done for you."