“Sometimes our paths must diverge from those we love,” Antonio said as they rode, side by side, scanning the surrounding mountains. “But if love is the highest power, our paths will converge again—if not in this world, then the next.” The words felt like a premonition, making her shiver. “You believe that?” she asked. “That love is the highest power?” He glanced at her like she’d asked him if water was wet. “Don’t you?”
