Chapter Seven
IF SOMEONE ASKED ME to recount how I’d managed to successfully tug Luca to shore, I would have no explanation to give them. Yeah okay, all powerful legend and all that crap. But he was still weak enough that clinging to the boat was the extent of the help he could give me—though I was grateful enough for even that.
And if someone asked me how I’d pulled him up out of the water and onto the stone walkway, I’d cite divine intervention, because hell if I had a better answer. Luca probably would too, though he’d have been referring to his supposed ancestress. Venus, or Aphrodite, depending on whether we were talking about the Roman or Greek pantheon.
All I knew was that we did it, somehow crawling onto the stone for safety, and then collapsed.
At some point, enough of the fuz
