*Sabrina*
My mind keeps drifting back to last night in Gabriel’s study. The low flicker of candlelight, the warmth of the rum, the way we spoke to each other with flirtatious banter. The drinks and heat–I just can’t shake it.
I shouldn’t let it mean anything, but the conversation came too easily, and that kind of ease is dangerous, especially with a man like Gabriel. He was built for storms, chaos, and hard decisions. He moves through the world like nothing can touch him. Men like that don’t slow down for anyone, and I can’t afford to get attached.
How can I become part of Gabriel’s life when I don’t even belong in this century? I have no idea where I’ll sleep tonight, or how long I can keep pretending I’m part of this world.
I grip the rail of the ship as the breeze kicks up, strand
