For some reason, I thought about what he’d said to me before, during what felt like a different life. “Do you remember saying that you felt like you knew me when we met?” “I do.” “Was that a lie?” His features hardened and then smoothed out. “Was it a lie to you?” I shook my head no. “Why, then?” Thick lashes lowered. “I think it’s the Atlantian blood in us recognizing each other, showing the connection in a feeling that would probably easily be overlooked,”
