Misunderstood heroes?
The duchess was on run and even if she was a goddess as Persephone had said, he wouldn't make someone like her his. He had no wish for becoming hero by saving her. His job was to catch her and drag her back to the hell that she had dig for her.
"Any news on her?" Killian questioned him.
"None," Callum answered. " It's as if she is a ghost."
The Duchess had means and resources of hiding. And if she didn't want to be found, no one would be able to find her. Her late husband had left enough money for her to last.
"Where were you?" Killian asked. He didn't know that Callum had already arrived. If he had known, he would have thrown Nash on the next plane and sent his ass back with Callum. This way he didn't have to deal with a melancholic version of Nash.
"At santiago's," Callum murmured. "He has a gotten a cute wife. A kid on way."