*Ava*
The words echo in my mind–I love you.
Luca said them like a promise and a challenge wrapped into one. I haven’t stopped turning them over in my mind since. He said he didn’t mean to, and that it just happened… without even realizing the irony of his statement.
Of course, it just happened. I just fell through time from five hundred years in the future.
My heart races every time I think of it, and there’s a fear tightening inside me. I’m falling for him faster than I should, maybe faster than I can bear, and the secret I carry feels heavier every time I look at him.
I think of the tarot card reader at the Renaissance Festival, of my cards, and the way she spoke of the fate of kingdoms, and love ruled by time. How could she have known? And how can I possibly explain it all to Luca?
