Luca looks off into the fire now, his arm heavy around my shoulders, as he confesses what might be his deepest truth. “I’m very afraid, Ariel, that I don’t have any substance at all. That I’m just flash, and that the moment I run out of interesting twists and turns that…everyone will see that I’m just a fraud. And that I’m boring, and never will do anything interesting or important. And that…you’ll see that too.”
My heart sinks to hear Luca say this because I couldn’t believe anything less to be true of my sweet, brash mate. I scootch closer, not protesting because…well, he told me a secret, didn’t he? And I don’t want to immediately throw that in his face by telling him that it’s not true.
But I know he can feel it, down our bond, in every pulse of my heart. That that’s not at all how I
